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I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

Chrismas time is always crazy, especially at the mall. People hustling and bustling here and there, screaming kids waiting to see Santa, and holiday songs fill the air. I just back fronm the mall, and got the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten. Me? I'm just a 28 year old 6'1 All-American white guy who happened to need a speciality item to give as a gift, and I was trying to pass through the line at Saks for perfurme. I was about at my wits end when out of the corner of my eye I felt someone trying to make eyes at me. I glance over, and sure enough there was a guy trying to do just that. He was about 6'3, 170, white guy and a small smile creeped across the left side of his mouth. I knew I had one hooked. I followed him out of the store, almost knocking down some valley-sounding Starbucks sipping teen girls in the process, and he turned into an art gallery. I slowly followed in and he turned and locked the door. I mingled about looking at the beautiful art, and then i felt his finger graze across the back of my pants. Wordlessly, we went back to the back room. He starts undoing his pants and out flops a 9 inch stick of beauty. Immediately, I went to my knees and swallowed it whole. He put his big hands on the back of my head and thrust back and forth into my mouth. His dick felt so good going in and out. I started lubing it up more and more with my spit, and using my hand to get it throbbing. I moved my tongue down his balls, and jacked his dick at the same time. I gripped his dick with my hand hard around the shaft and picked up steam stroking him, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing stroke. When I knew he was about at his limit, I lifted my hands and my mouth of his dick and grabbed onto the dolley in the bathroom and put my head down. He knew what that meant. His dick was dripping in spit, and he slowly entered me with my own lube. It hurt like hell, and I was lucky that I had some poppers in my backpack I'd had with me. I huffed away and closed my eyes. I hadn't been fucked in a few weeks, but I wanted this monster in me---I craved it---I needed it. And he knew it too. He picked up the pace; faster, harder deeper. I'd passed the point of pain, and was enjoying the pounding I had wanted from the second I laid eyes on him. His forearm then went around my neck, and he'd asserted compleet control over me. Being it was in a store, even closed, I did my best to not make a sound. His breathing picked up and his dick was now actually violating my ass, and I didn't give a shit. He pulled all the way out, jammed all the way back in, and repeated the process, over and over again. It was about to get mighty sticky in my ass, and I angled my ass in the air to where he was fucking me literally from above. He then grunted and thrust all the way in my ass and shot. Volley after volley after volley of cum. I felt every last shot of it. He then quickly pulled out, and used his finger to push in what had leaked out. We washed up, and nodded at one another and parted ways. Not one word had been spoken from start to finish, and I liked it. As I drove home, I enjoyed the cum inside me and smiled the whole way---and I was still horny. So, when I got home I logged into BBRT. My profile does not have a face picture on it, so I can anonymously browse profiles and unlock for who I want to. As I scrolled, I saw a familair looking dick---as in the one I'd just sat on. And in the status box it said, "Positive". Merry Christmas to me

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

Part one of this story And part two Master led slut and I to his car. He handed us blindfolds. "Put these on. You don't get to see where we're going. This is an exclusive gathering of true sex pigs. Whore is the entertainment. Slut is my special guest. They normally don't allow spectators, but since I'm bringing Whore, Slut's allowed to watch and learn." We drove for about half an hour. Had I not been, well, so fucking high and horny, maybe I could have guessed where me went. But all I could think of was what was in store for me. My cock was throbbing. Master sensed it, too. "You bitches are horned up, right?" "Yes, sir!" I responded. "Want to touch your cocks?" "Yes, sir!" I said again, and slut did, too. "Forget it. Whore needs to do his show, and slut needs to watch and learn. Maybe after you can get relief." "Master owns our cocks, slut," I advised. "But he rewards us for being good whores by getting us high and letting us play with our selves. You think you can handle that? You only play with your cock if master says?" "If it pleases him." "Damn right. All we care about is pleasing him. We know we're just toys to him, but we love it. Right?" "Just meth whores, doing anything to serve him and earn more hits." Master laughed. "You two really know your places. But you're about to see what it really means to be a chem whore, some dirty pig who'll do anything to get high, and do anything when he's high. Whore, you ready for it?" "Holy fuck, yes." "Slut, you want to see what you're training for?" "If master thinks I deserve it." "You don't deserve anything. Everything a whore like you gets is a favor, a reward. You're here so you can see what I want you to do after you've learned more." "Thank you sir, I hope I can serve you as well as whore does." Master stopped the car. "We're here. Take off your blindfolds; no need to walk across the yard and fall." I took it off. Holy shit, we were at some kind of mansion. "This is why you were blindfolded. Our host... if I told you who he was, you'd know the name. He stays masked. You might see faces you recognize here, but a whore doesn't talk about who he serves, right?" "No, sir," we both responded. "Slut, get out of the car. I need to talk to whore alone." Slut did, and whore spoke to me. Not in his giving orders voice, in his everyday voice. "Okay, man, drop the master/slave for a minute, we're just friends now. I'm telling you right now, you're gonna get used rough and hard. This is wilder by far than anything you've done. 100 percent full meth whore. You sure you want this? If you back out, I'll tell them you lost your nerve, we'll go home. These guys will be pissed as hell at me, but you're enough of a friend I'm gonna give you the chance. You sure you want this?" I thought about it. I remembered how vanilla I used to be, and how much I had changed. I thought how much I loved getting high, and losing my inhibitions. I thought about how incredibly hot I found it to serve a man sexually, And I wondered if I wanted to go even further, asked if I'd hate myself later. I made up my mind. "Will Master keep me high?" "Dirty little meth whore," he said. "And proud of it." "Let's go." We went into the house. He led me into the basement, and I found a large room, with maybe two dozen guys in there. Some in leather, some naked. Some were stroking their own cock, some were stroking another guys. Some sucking was going on, too. Pipes were being passed, too. I was surprised to see faces I knew. The guy who did the weather on channel six was there, in assless chaps. I watched him take a huge hit, and thought "I'll never hear him say 'mostly cloudy' again and not laugh." There was a guy who was on city council, a couple of CEO's from good sized businesses and... fuck. One guy from work. Not someone I work with myself, but I know I've seen him in the building. But I remembered he's naked and smoking meth at some pig party. What's he gonna do, tell HR what he was doing when he saw me? A man in a full face mask -- I guess the host -- spoke. "Our guests of honor our here. Would you care to introduce your slaves?" Master pointed to me, "This one I call whore, because that's all he is. He's going to serve all of you tonight. Slut here is just beginning his training. He's watching. Right now, he's mine, so don't touch him. He's going to watch and learn. Right, slut?" "Yes sir, I want to learn to please you." "Whore, what do you want?" "The pipe. I'm just a meth whore. I'll do anything to get high and I'll do anything when I am high." The men all laughed. Master looked around the room. "I think he deserves a hit just for knowing his place." Our host handed him a pipe. "This is very potent. I paid twice my normal cost, because I wanted the best for this esteemed group of men who love sex." Master took a hit for himself first. "Ooooooo... fuck! You're not kidding, this is amazing stuff, I should make whore earn it, but I want him to be really high. C'mere, whore, take a big hit, and get ready to fly." He handed me the pipe and lit the torch. I put the pipe in my mouth, and he held the torch to it. I saw the vapor being to swirl, and I began to inhale. "Take as much as you can, and hold it in as long as you can. Fuck the cloud, just get high." I did. It was incredibly strong. Even before I exhaled, I was higher than I've ever been, I finally exhaled, only tiny whisps of a cloud. And I wanted nothing but cock. I dropped to my knees, ready to suck any of the cocks in the room. Master laughed. "First, you're still dressed. Get naked, like a whore should be." I did. "Second, did you think you'd be on your knees? Show him where he's spending the night." Someone flipped a switch on the wall, and I heard a motor above me. And I watched the sling descend. "Get in," Master said, as it reached the floor. I laid down on my stomach, some of the other men put the padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. "You;ll be here for hours, whore. The padding will make it easier." I heard the motors again and I was lifted off the floor till I was about waist high, of course. Master spoke again. "Now, whore... a pig like you doesn't care whose attached to it, all you want is cock, right?" "Yes sir." "So you don't get to see anything. Where's the mask?" Someone passed him something black. "The nose is open so you can breathe. The mouth is open so you can... have stuff in it. The ears are open so you can hear orders. The eyes are sealed, because the point is you don't get to see who you're pleasing now. You like that?' Holy fuck did I. I was higher by far than I'd ever been, completely overwhelmed by a massive meth high. "Yes. Whatever master says. Anything. Just let me..." "Have some cock?" I nodded, and the world went black as the mask covered my eyes. I felt my cock swelling, dangling below me. Master addressed the room. "Shall we let our host use him first?" The applause indicated approval. I felt someone move between my legs, and I gasped with delight as I finally felt a cock in my ass. Master's forceful, intense fucking was something I had grown to like, and this guy was just as forceful. My moans let him know I loved it. Master spoke again. "He can please more than one pig at once. He's got two hands and a mouth. C'mon, use him. He's here for your pleasure." It didn't take long till I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth. It was overwhelming to me, to be used like that, just a toy for a room full of sex pigs. I felt dirty, I felt sleazy, and I loved it. The cocks started switching around. Nobody came at first; someone said they didn't want to shoot early. I had two cocks in my mouth a couple of times, another two in my ass at least once (I was hoping they'd come at the same time, but I knew that wasn't likely). I'm pretty sure the neck of a beer bottle went in there, once, too. I got spanked, I got pissed on, I had my nipples twisted, I got fisted. I managed to rim an ass blindfolded -- aiming wasn't easy, but I did it. I loved every second of it. They rewarded me with the pipe, keeping me higher than I've ever been. They started giving me their loads. Some in my mouth, a few shot across my hands, but most shot in my ass. After several loads were left in my rear, I heard someone ask Master if he could suck them out of me. Master told him, "do what you want. he exists to serve." I'd only been rimmed a couple of times before then, and never had loads sucked out. It felt amazing. I kept at it for hours. Even high, I was feeling exhausted after what must have been several hours. I took one last load in my ass, and I felt the sling lower me to the floor. I felt the mask leave my face. I blinked, getting used to the light, but could see Master. "Whore, you did great. You served your role with distinction. And I can tell you loved every minute of it." I almost said, "well, maybe not the beer bottle", but was too pleased that I was such a good whore. Master started opening the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then he called slut over. "Do you want to be in that sling, slut?" "Yes, sir!" "Are you ready to work for it, to earn it?" "Yes, sir!" "Good slut." Master helped me get up off the floor. I could see there was less than half the original crowd remaining. "Some went off for two or threesomes, a few went home. The rest of these guys, they just liked watching you." He thought for a minute, then whispered to slut. Slut nodded, and Master spoke to the room. "Want to see slut reward whore for his work?" They applauded. Master told me, "go, sit in that chair. Spread your legs." I did, slut knelt down. He started stroking me, and was damn good at it. "Does he deserve a hit, whore?" Master asked. "If you let me have one first, master." Master handed me the pipe, and I had another hit. I blew the cloud onto slut, knowing it was a fetish for him like me. I asked him, "have you had any of this tonight?" "A little. Master said I'd have to earn a taste of something that potent. Just a tiny hit, hours ago, and I still feel great." "Master, he has earned it, right?" He nodded. I hate it for him, and watched him inhale. I swear, his eyes bugged out as it hit him. "Blow it on my cock, slut." He did, a huge cloud. I didn't have to tell him what to do next. He was like me, as soon as the pipe leaves his mouth, he wants to replace it with cock. Like before, what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm. He had to work at it -- I was exhausted and had tina dick -- but eventually my moans made it clear I was about to shoot. "Don't come in his mouth. He's not earned that." I pulled out, unsure what to do. Was master going to make me hold off? I thought that wouldn't be a master slave thing; that would be him being a jerk... Then he surprised the hell out of me when he knelt down. "One time only, whore. But you deserve this, and if anyone owns your load, it's me." And he put his mouth on my swollen cock and sucked me. And was damn good. I had been close already, and quickly shot a massive load. Master stood, reached for a tissue, and spat out my cum. "You didn't think you had earned me swallowing your load, did you? I've never even sucked one of my toys before now." I stood up, and started to walk to my clothes, still piled on the floor, when one of the men still there said, "can we watch the slut play with his cock?" "Why the fuck not? He's the only one here who's not gotten to cum tonight. Slut, you've got fifteen minutes. If you shoot by then, great. If not, you save your load till we play again next week. Get to it." He got into the chair I was just in and started yanking his cock. And what a cock -- eight inches, thick, and it looked rock hard. I found myself hoping master would order him to fuck me. He was stroking furiously, moaning, loving being high and aroused. I looked at master. "May I help him, sir? Let me show your friends what he likes." "Go on, sure." I walked up to him. "We've learned some things he likes. This drives him wild." I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted, hard. He screamed with raw sexual delight, and I told the crowd, "he likes pain, and we're going to explore more. But here's what else he likes." "Open your mouth and close your eyes, slut." He did, and I picked up the pipe. I could tell he heard the lighter click and new what it meant, since I saw him stroke faster. I took another huge hit myself, then bent down and exhaled into his mouth. He let the cloud out, and gasped "thank you! I love it! I love being high!" I almost laughed. It took a young party boi to say that. But I just encouraged him: "I can tell. You'll love this, too." And I put my mouth on his cock and went to work, His entire body was shaking he was so aroused, and he shot into my mouth in seconds. And his load was as huge as his cock -- I half expected him to look like a deflated balloon from shooting so much. Things wound down after that. We got dressed and master drove us back to his place. He told us not to bother with the blindfolds, since we were both too spent to pay attention to where we were, Which was right, but he told me later the secrecy was just to make it more erotic. I told him it worked. I went back to my own home soon after we arrived at master's place. I spent several hours doing nothing, really. Master gave me a small supply to take home and I smoked a little, but nothing much. I looked at my cabinet of cleaning supplies, and joked to myself, "how come meth never makes me want to clean like in those stupid commercials?" When I finally came down enough to sleep, I was in bed, recollecting. Six months before, I was so vanilla sexually you could have sold me at a Baskin-Robbins. The kinkiest I had ever been was rimming one guy, and a threesome with a couple I was friends with. But I was introduced to miss Tina, and she showed me I had kinky, piggy submissive side deep within me, and I loved that it was there. And even after all the wild sexual adventures I had, it still makes me really fucking hot to know that underneath my nerdy, shy self, there's a meth whore who loves to get fucking high and let men use him. Sometimes, my logical, rational side says "it's all phony, you know. you're letting a chemical think for you." And my libido says, "yeah, so what. it's fun," And as I was finally falling asleep, I remembered the guy from work at the party. I wondered what would happen when we ran into each other. Could be interesting.... I've got an epilogue of sorts in mind, too. Maybe next weekend. I need to smoke now.

I never thought of myself as a sex pig. I enjoyed sex, sure, but it was always pretty vanilla. Nothing wild, nothing really anonymous. There were some on-line hook-ups, but I didn't think of those as really anonymous, just "casual". But I started hearing the stories about the new dirty bookstore, with the back room and video booths, and that if you wanted cock, you could get some there. It took a while for me to go, but one Saturday, I was feeling particularly horny, and wasn't really up for a bar trip, and wasn't finding anyone on line, so I decided to check out the book store. I went in the store. "Sleazy" was the first thing that popped into my head, but what surprised me was that it turned me on. I got tokens from the pretty hot cashier, and went in back. I found a booth, went inside, found a video with some bears having an orgy, set down, and started stroking my cock. Through my pants; I wasn't ready to whip it out there just yet. And I noticed the big hole in the wall. I had an idea what it was for, and knew I was right when about five minutes later, a thick cock emerged. I've always loved sucking cock, and I'm damn good at it. So I dropped to my knees, ignored the sticky floor and started sucking. I could tell he liked it, too, and it wasn't long before he filled my mouth with cum. I set back down and realized how fucking hot I thought that was. I sucked about half a dozen more cocks that night, and got a load from every one of them. Never saw a face, just aw the cocks, and fucking loved it. I didn't have the nerve yet to pull out my own cock there, but as soon as I got home I stripped naked. It only took a couple of minutes of stroking myself till I shot a huge load, and hard enough to hit my chin. I went back maybe a dozen more times. I never failed to get at least two or three cocks, and one evening I managed to get fifteen. I never stuck my own cock through the glory hole; i just liked sucking them. I shot a few loads of my own there, but never into anyone. The anonymous sucking was that big a turn-on for me. Then one evening, I had settled into a booth when I heard a knock at the door. I looked out and saw the hot cashier. "I hear what the customers say, that you love sucking cock and you're damn good at it. I'm off work in five minutes. I live just three blocks from here. Come home with me." "Sounds great," I said. I killed the five minutes or so. We went to the parking lot, he showed me his car, and said "follow me." So I did. We got to his place, and he said "downstairs. Door to the right." I went down the stairs, opened the door and... holy shit. I thought it was a bedroom, but the guy had a dungeon. A sling, a bed with manacles, a paddle handing on the wal, what I'd later learn was a rim seat... He came down the stairs then, and I said, "Wow. Listen, I thought we were just gonna play some, suck, fuck, but this is a lot more than..." "Fuck," he said. "I thought the way you suck cock, no recip, I figured you were a big sub." "Maybe some, but this is a lot wilder than I've ever done. I might try a little..." "Dude, no offense, but I don't do a little. I want a slave who'll serve my every need. I'll train you, but you if you're not willing to be wild, then forget it." "Sorry, I can''t..." He interrupted. "There is one thing. I usually save this for my slaves later, but I can tell when someone has a pic side they want to explore but haven'y worked up the nerve. You ever party?" "I don't know what you mean." I actually had an idea, but I didn't want to make myself look stupid. "I won't hold back. Tina. Crystal meth. Smoke some and it'll bring out that pig I see in you. It'll be the best sex you've ever had and you'll want to ." "I don't know." "Okay, I'll be blunt. I wanna get wild with you, bring out your pig. But I'm fucking horny and I'm not gonna wait. Smoke with me or get the fuck out so I can call another guy." Being ordered like that turned me on, a lot. "I'll try it once, sure." "Good," he said. "I'll shotgun you. I'll take a hit, then exhale some into your mouth." He opened a cabinet and pulled out a glass pipe, and a lighter and torch. He put the pipe in his mouth, then took it out for a second. "You won't try it once. You'll want more. Just be prepared to earn it." He lit the torch and held it under the bowl of the pipe. My heart and cock were both pounding. He took the pipe away from his mouth, spread his lips, and motioned me in. I opened wide, we put our lips together, and I tasted the strange chemically taste and... Holy mother fucking fuck, I wanted his cock. I dropped to my knees and started to unzip him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?" he growled. "I was going to suck you." "Ask first. You're my slave, my bitch now. You don't do a fucking thing without asking me or being told first. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "Good boi. You're learning. Now, show me some respect, and ask." "May I suck your cock, sir?" "A lttile. You stop as soon as I say to. Cock pigs like you have to earn it." I was getting hornier and hornier. He was treating me like a cheap slut, and I loved it. I started to unzip him. And he pulled away. "You didn't ask to unzip me." "I'm sorry, sir." "Sorry's not good enough. You're not the first pig slave I've trained, and I know what you need to learn your lesson. Get naked." I did as my new master told me. I didn't know what he had in mind, but that made it all the hotter. He pulled the paddle off the wall. "Bend over." I did as I was told. I was fully accepting my role as a sex slave, a dirty whore only existing to serve my master. I knew the meth had unlocked this new part of me, an all I wanted to do was explore it more. He slapped my bare ass with it. I gasped, equal amounts pain and pleasure. "What do you say, boi?" "Thank you, sir", I said. "Thank you, sir, what?" I was really high, but I remember some frat porn I had seen. "Thank you sir, may I have another?" "Good. One more." He did, harder than before. I shouted it this time, "Thank you sir, may I have another?" "Enough for now. Go back to where we were." "May I remove your pants, sir." "Yes, boi." I did so. "May I remove your underwear, sir?" "Yes." It was all I could do not to rip it off. I was loving my new role, wanting to please my master, wanting to show my new master I could please him, loving being his plaything. But I slid them off and saw his flaccid cock. "Not disappointed are you, boi?' "No sir." "Crystal dick. Meth does that. I just need a good cocksucker to take care of it. Are you a good cocksucker?" "I'll try, master." "What do you mean try, you little fuck. Do it!" I stared sucking. I've never enjoyed a cock more in my life. And I was thrilled to feel it sweiling in my mouth. He started to moan. "Yeah, I knew you'd be a good cock sucker." You get a reward. More smoke, and you use the pipe yourself. Ready for that?" "Yes sir!" "You're just a little meth pig, aren't you? A dirty little chem whore who'll do anything for a hit, right boi?" "Yes, sir!" "Good boi. You know what you are and you're proud of it." He handed me the tools. "Don't let the flame touch the bowl. Hold it a little away. It tasted nasty burnt, not even suited for a little whore like you. Twirl the pipe a little too. And don't start inhaling till you see the bowl filled with smoke. Now, show me you're learning." I did as I was told. I inhaled as much as I could, held in it for a few seconds, then let a huge cloud out of my lungs. "Good pig! You learn quick. Suck my cock more." "Yes, sir. I want..." "What you want doesn't matter, whore. It's what I want. Have you already forgotten your place?" "No, sir!" "Good. Now, do as your told." I did. His cock tasted amazing. I felt it grow more and more, longer and thicker. I have my master's cock huge, as bag as I'd ever seen. He reached down and started to toy with my nipples. I moaned. "Pig-boi likes having nip play. How about this?" And he twisted both of my nipples, hard. I almost screamed, but he could tell that was delight. "You're not the first pig I've trained. I know how to treat you. You're a bottom, right?" Normally, I'm versatile,maybe even a little tending to top, Master said I was a bottom, though, so , "yes sir." "Good pig. You just like cock inside you, no matter what hole." I nodded. "Bend over. You like it raw, don't you?" "Yes sir." "Only way to fuck." I bent over, then some of the few brain cells that weren't flying high said "god, that was a huge cock. Are you ready for..." My thought didn't finish as I felt him enter me. He didn't start gentle, didn't enter slowly, he shoved it me hard, and pounded me so hard I thought I'd split in half. I moaned even louder, pain and pleasure mixing in me. He pounded and pounded. I thought he'd never stop, but i didn't want him to. "Something else meth does to you, boi. Takes longer to come. Some guys take hours. You think you want me to ride you like this for hours?" "Whatever sir wants. I'll please you. I know you'll let me smoke more." "I knew you'd love this shit. Next time I allow you to serve me, I'll give you a booty bump. Don't ask what it is. You'll love it. I'm just gonna smoke more, now. Maybe it'll give me some ideas." Then I made my mistake; I reached for the pipe myself. "What in the fuck are you doing? You earn every fucking hit you get, you little bitch. What makes you think you earneed that?" "I don't know, sir, I..." "Just shut up. You need to be punished." I tried to hide my excitement; I wanted to be paddled again. "Oh, it wants the paddle, does it? Can't punish you like that." He thought, then said, "You like my cock, right? Love touching it, feeling it in you?" "Yes, sir. It's the best cock I've ever seen. I love serving it." "Then you don't serve it for a while. The cabinet. where I keep the pipe. Open it." I did. He had any number of toys in there. I didn't know what they all did, but I wanted to learn. "You see the cock pump there?" Bring it. I did. He slid the clear cylinder over that massive, gorgeous cock. "You were doing well, bitch." He squezed the pump and I watched him get bigger. "I don't always give a new piggie my load his first time, but I was going to give it to you. Maybe even let you choose, mouth or ass. Which one would you have picked?" "Mouth," I said. "I can feel it and taste it." "My guess. Probably won't happen, though. You fucked up. You think you get to smoke without asking first?" "No, sir." "Shut up. I'm not done. Hand me the pipe." He smoked more, and exhaled a massive cloud. My expression gave me away. "I've found a chem pig, a meth whore. You're first time with Miss Tina and you love it. No more for now though." He pumped the cylinder more. His cock was a monster now, like something I'd only seen in porn. "I should just let the pump make me come, whore. I don't think you're worthy of my load. Just watch, see what you missed." I wanted his load as much as I've ever wanted anything. "I can do better, sir. What can I do to earn it?" "Good start right there. You can smoke, just for that." I did. Something inspired me to exhale slowly. "Good" he said. Let's see...what can you do to earn my load... So much kink for a new pig like you. I got it. Go over to the tile floor there, get on all fours, like the animal you are." I started to move over there. Then he said "I've got to piss." Water sports. Twenty four hours ago, I would have said "no way, not my thing." Now, my cock surged. My inhibitions were crumbling, and I loved it. He stood behind me and I felt the warm stream of his piss hit my back and run all over me. I moaned out, "thank you sir." "Good piggie. I'll let you drink it. It's got tina in it, too. Get you even higher, even piggier. You want that, slut?" The higher didn't matter. I wanted to drink his piss like it was ice water on a blistering hot day. "Turn around and open that mouth." I did, and watched a golden stream leave his cock and arch into my mouth. Salty and warm, it made me feel dirty and piggy and as horny as I've ever been. "You still want my load?" "If you want to give it to me." "You've learned your place well. You said you wanted me to shoot in your mouth, right?" "Yes, if that's what master wants." "I don't. You have to pay some for not knowing your place. You get it in your ass." "Yes sir. Thank you for letting me have it at all." "You earned it, meth pig. Barely. Would you like another shotgun from me?" "Yes, sir!" "I thought so." He put his cloud in my mouth then his cock in my ass. He fucked me even harder than before. So intense, so powerful. It was amazing. I was high on meth, and getting fucked like never before, and thrilling at discovering this new side of myself I never knew was there. He was pounding faster and faster, harder and harder. He wasn't giving orders anymore, just grunting. When I felt his load shoot into me, it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. There were a thousand reasons, but mostly, I knew i had served my master well. I reached around to touch my own cock, then remembered my role, my place, what I was. "Please, sir, my I stroke my own cock? It made me so hot to serve you." "What if I said no, bitch?" "Then I'd save it until you said I could. Days, weeks. My load belongs to you now." "Good answer. Stroke it, see if you can come. Let me see if my new plaything shoots a big load." "Gladly, sir. Thank you, sir. I don't deserve a good master like you." "You don't. So hurry up before I change my mind." I didn't have to hurry. I was so aroused it only took a few minutes, and I shot a load so huge most of my chest was covered. He tossed me a towel. "Clean up, boi. If you get any drip on the floor..." "I'll clean it, sir." "You're a natural at this." He smiled and looked relaxed. "Okay, no master/slave for a few minutes, just a couple of horny pigs. I heard about how much you loved sucking cock and I thought you'd make a good party pig. You liked it, right?" "Loved it... si..." I remembered he said to drop it for now and grinned. "Doesn't hurt to stay in practice. I've got plans for you... If you want to come back." I did come back, and learned his plans. He gave me a booty bump our second time, as well as pipe hits, then fisted me. Fisting was something else I wouldn't have considered before but loved every bit of it. He tied me up and blindfolded me and spent hours teasing me, and I found that amazingly hot. He invited half a dozen pig buddies over, to see and share his new toy. They all used me, even dual penetrating me. He's let me start training my own boi-toi, a twenty five year old twink, eager to please, and he loves the pipe like me. He pleases me, and we both please our master. Such a world of wild sex, And he keeps me so high. He calls me a meth whore, a dirty chem pig, and I know he's right, and I love it. I never knew this side of me was there, but I've found it, and revel in it. He's promised me a slam next time. He says he doesn't know what inhibitions I have left to shatter, but he's promised me it'll be even better than before. I can't wait.

Chapter XI It is now Saturday morning, the seventh day since I left home a totally straight man with a wife and came to another town for work and become a gay sex loving bottom cum dump and probably becoming HIV positive. What a week for sure. Had decided last night to go home and confront my wife with this, which I dreaded, but had fouled up and took another look at Steve, the hitcher I had picked up, and melted again and spent the night here again. He had a magic spell almost every time I looked at his magnificent cock, 12" and as big around as my wrist, that I found I could not resist. A glance at it pulled me towards it and soon it would be in me and pounding away at my hole. This with even finding out that he was HIV positive. Now after a week I had had a good two dozen loads of poz cum in my hole from him and his friend. This morning I finally called my wife, but just told her that work had wiped me out and was just going to stay here and relax and not come home till I was done. She was surprisingly ok with it. Now, however, I was going to rest up from being fucked half the night away. God, how I loved Steve's cock pounding away in my hole and seemed to not be able to get enough of it. After calling my wife I laid down to get some sleep. Sleep had been at a premium all week with the amount of sex we had had. Steve seemed to be almost insatiable which was fine with me as that meant his pole was in me that much more and I loved it. We both slept the entire morning away and finally got up just past noon. We laid there for a bit again and then both got up to hit the bathroom. I asked Steve what he thought we ought to do since it was the weekend and no work for me. He thought a couple of minutes and then told me we should head down to the sauna as he could use a good rub down. He told me I had about screwed him dry this week and we both had a good laugh at that. I told him I had never been to a sauna before. He smiled and told me I would love it. Nice rub down for the muscles and a little hot steam to work any other aches out. I told him it sounded good to me, let's go. We dressed and headed out the door. I was thinking this is just what I need, some relaxation time from the frustrations and anxieties I had had all week. This was so new to me, being fucked when most of my life I had been the one to fuck and only women at that. Now, well, I found being fucked to bring me more pleasure than I had ever felt before and craved more and more. It was wonderful and thrilling and totally fullfilling. We arrived at the sauna that Steve told me he had been to before that had some guys to give good massages. I thought that would be fantastic, just relax and let my muscles be rubbed and prodded to get the kinks out. Then into the steam room to let some nice heat relax me some more. This would feel good. We entered and paid our money and were buzzed in. Steve tole me we would save a few bucks by just getting one room for the two of us. Always like to save a few bucks. We got to the room and stripped down and it took about all the self control I had not to grab Steve's cock right there. I then followed him down the hallway to where the massage tables were at. There were three of them and separated by curtains overhead like in a hospital. We each chose a table and hopped on and soon a guy came in. I took a look and thought, nice looking guy, well muscled without being huge and dressed in some tight shorts and a kind of golf shirt with the place's name on the front. I glanced down, which was becoming a habit now, and noticed he had very nice bulge in the front of his shorts too. He asked if I want the front first or the back. I opted to have my front done first so I could look him over a little more. He started at my feet and worked his way up. As he leaned over I could see his ass under his shorts and it was a nice tight one. I decided he must work out pretty regularly. Looking at him sent my mind thinking about Steve which was not really the thing to do while watching the ass and at times the cock of the guy massaging me. By the time he got to the top of my legs my cock was hard under the towel over me and definitely makin somewhat of a tent there. He seemed to not notice it as he skipped over to my stomach and up to my chest and then to my shoulders. As he got there, he was looking into my eyes and my cock was definitely twitching now as he was damn good looking up close like that. I just couldn't seem to control myself. He finished with my front then and I was somewhat relieved when he told me to roll over. I rolled over trying to keep the towel somewhat covering my hardon but am sure he saw it anyway. Oh, well, he was a hot guy. I told him to start at my shoulders this time. He did and soon started down relaxing more and more except for my cock which didn't seem to want to go down. It didn't help that at times his cock bumped up against my arm at times as he rubbed me down and he seemed to be 'rising' to the occasion too I thought. As he got to my lower back I could hardly hold still and was trembling with the heat of the moment. I kept telling myself to calm down this is just a massage, but it didn't seem to help. He was leaning against the table then and his cock was pressed against my hand now at this point and then I felt my towel being removed and lotion being applied to my ass cheeks. I could feel his cock was hard now and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing it. He started to massage my ass and then I felt his fingers trail up my crack and I almost jumped off the table when he rubbed by my hole. He ran his fingers up and down my crack and kept rubbing my hole and then I felt a finger start to go around in a circle at my hole and I could not help but moan. As I did he pushed and with all the lube his finger started into my hole making me moan even more. I then could not help it as I grasped his cock through his shorts. He continued his assault on my hole and now had at least three fingers in me and moving them around and in and out and driving me crazy with desire as I rubbed his cock. He then withdrew his fingers making me gasp and I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He pulled his shirt over his head and stepping back slightly from the table and making me lose my grip on his cock, pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. He then stepped close again and I grabbed his bare cock now and started to stroke it as he again ran his fingers in and out of my hole. I was soon moaning with pleasure again. Then all at once he pulled his fingers out of me again and with one smooth motion rolled me onto my back. He then pulled his cock away from me and climbed up onto the table with me and was lifting my legs up and put them over his shoulders. He lined up his cock with my hole and with one hard thrust rammed his cock all the way to his balls in my ass. I groaned as that caught me by surprise but that passed quickly as he started immediately to pound my hole hard and fast. I found myself shoving my ass back at him as the fantastic feelings of his cock ramming my ass took over me. I found myself looking into his eyes as he stroked my hole with his cock and then was looking him up and down. I then noticed he had a tattoo around one of his nipples and I recognized it as a biohazard tat. Made me smile then as I knew then that I was going to receive another load of toxic cum in me. As he started to move faster and his breath was coming harder too, I knew he was getting ready to cum. As it approached I could feel my own cock starting the familiar tingle of my impending orgasm too. He then groaned and told me here it comes and as I felt his cock twitch and he rammed deep into me, my own cock erupted too. I noticed a movement just then too and looking I saw Steve looking around the edge of the curtain with a huge smile on his face.

Maybe I am just a little too real, but I would think very few real bottoms ever get stealthed. The need for raw cock and men's seed is indelibly planted in the back of their mind, and while we all spent some time resisting raw sex, we eventually succumb as that is what permeates every fibre in our body, the need for a man's cock and the need to have him plant his seed in us. Long before I became a cumslut, I knew I was. My ex also knew I was and he recalled how easy it was after three weeks of fucking me to get his cock into me bare - he new I wanted it raw and so did I. So him leading me down the path to conversion was really easy and long before he organised my conversion party he would subtly suggest how he would like to watch his mates bang me, how he would love to have threesomes with me, how the thought of sharing my arse with a group of tops turned him on etc. He knew my love of his raw cock and raw seed being pumped into me every day had me addicted and he knew I would do anything to make him happy. That is what bottoms do. Our first group sex excursion was with two neg tops who mainly took turns tagging my while my ex watched and took photos. I took two loads of each of them in different positions and when they left my ex took over, felching me before ploughing the arse off me twice on the silk trail. I was in heaven six loads from three beautiful cocks and never slept so well in my life with him spooning me while I lay there full of seed and knowing I had given every part of me to the three tops. I knew that night that I was history. I knew that any time a man wanted to put his load in me I would be powerless to stop it. Not long after that first encounter my ex tested poz. The initial shock for me was pretty bad as we had only been together a couple of months. After an awkward hour or so, he left the room and went into the bedroom, and then he called me. I walked in and he was naked, his lovely lean hairless body and long blond hair covering the bed and between his legs his magnificent 8" thick cut boner so hard his nob was almost purple. "You still going to wrap your arse around this baby?" I never said a word I just stepped out of my shorts, threw my singlet on the floor and mounted his pole. He knew I would, I knew I would so there was no pretence. The thought of him converting me made him horny as it was the first of three loads he pumped into me that night and each time he came I felt totally at ease with the fact that he was pumping hot seed into me. Once he knew I would take loaded seed our sex life became uncomplicated. He would always organise the tops to come and fuck me, just as he would organise my gangbangs if he took me to a backroom neither of us ever asked a top I just did as I was told and took the load neg or poz. We just assumed some would be neg some would be poz and from the time my ex converted we made a choice to ban condoms from our sex lives and that meant every cock I took had to be raw. Again I was powerless to rile against the situation as I loved being fucked six or seven times in a session and I loved the feel of different cocks, all shapes and sizes and loved the fact that I gave tops pleasure - my reward was their wadd. After three months and a good number of cocks had been through me apart from my ex's I still tested negative. That is when we talked and decided on the conversion party - five tops and my ex taking me as often as they could and wanted on a Saturday night/Sunday morning excursion at our place. He advertised and spoke to a few of our regulars to ascertain if they were poz and we deliberately picked the five co tops for good reasons - they were hung so they could bury their seed deep in me, the other being they were total tops so no seed got wasted in side play. We had a few replies so getting the right five was easy. I took load after load for five hours. I was in heaven, making sure I used my muscles to drain every drop out of the six of them each time they came in me. Funnily enough I was as grateful for the last load as I was the first. When we packed it in early Sunday morning the ex butt plugged me and he lay behind me pushing and turing the butt plug so that the seed in me kept moving. The only time the butt plug came out was when he got super horny and he deposited another load in me early Sunday morning. That did the trick. Did I get stealthed no , and it was so much more enjoyable knowing these beautiful men were fucking so hard, straining so hard to breed and convert me. It was so hot listening to them talk about who would be the one that actually knocked me up - how they encouraged each other to breed me and poz me. When they asked me did I want their poz seed I felt privileged to have their beautiful cocks in me and to be given their seed. I didn't come all night, I was rock hard all night but just totally got off on what the men were doing to me and long before this happened I knew it always would. I just didn't know how. My advice to any true bottom is if you feel you are going to end up that way - plan it - it is much better than being stealthed and you have no idea how poz tops fuck cosmically and often when they know they are trying to knock someone up. My tops had sweat dripping off them and gave me every bit of cock and seed they could and were so determined to breed me. They think they won but I think I did!

He let go with a shove and I went sprawling across the cell. By the time I got back to my feet he was gone. WTF was that all about?, I thought. My throat was sore from where his strong fingers had tightened and there was a strange heat in my crotch. There I was, left in the dim dark with a ragging hard on and a cold sweat. Several minutes passed and my cock had just gone down when I heard the key scrap into the door lock. Both cold sweat and hard cock sprang on me - again. I could feel the sweat trickle down to my ase crack and a big spot of precum stain appear in front of my shorts. Yeah I’m one of those whose cock is like a faucet. It's embarrassing at times as some girls think I’ve blown my load when I pull my boxers down and they are soaked in precum slime. Strangely my cum loads aren't overly large. Well, when the door opened the cop entered the cell, and paused at the door to lock it, leaving the keys in the lock and the covered the small grill look in with a poster or something. Sweat broke out on my forehead but I could also feel my leaking cock jerk hard in my shorts as he strode over to the bars of the cell. “Let’s get things straight. You do as your told boy, and you will walk out of here, you understand, boy?” I nodded dumbly. This definitely wasn’t going an experience I'd be able to laugh about with my buddies, I thought. “Get over here on your knees and face my crotch boy." Yup not going to be pleasant at all, I mumbled. I wasn’t gay and he just smirked and told me I’d better realise I’d no choice. I went over and got down on my knees head against the cold bars and my cock was practically pissing precum. WFT!!! His big hand went to the back of my neck and he mashed my face into the gap between the bars and thrust his uniformed crotch into my face grinding into my face with the rough material. He pulled back releasing my head and told me to unzip his flies, I reached through the bars and found the zip and a massive bugle angled to the right. Pulling down the zip I was told to reach in and pull out his cock and be careful. Reaching into his uniform my hand found the heat of his cock and realised he was commando, my fingers sort of grasped his soft thick meat and worked it free from his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips as his meat hit the air. He smirked as I gasped at the size of his cock and he wasn’t even hard, even semi I could not fully encircle his girth, his knob was a bulbous pink mound of flesh with a bead of precum glistening in the poor light. “Suck my cock boi and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll beat shit out of you!” he groaned Shit scared now as id never done anything with another guy, when I was younger and less built me could suck my own cock so had to think back on how I did it. Opening my mouth wide I slide the head into my mouth and gently closed my lips around his know and sucked gently. His cock lurched and jerked and I felt it swell even more filling my mouth. Something went through my head right then I was actually proud of the reaction this built cop was having with my mouth around his knob. He stood and groaned and I took that as a sign I was doing well and to slide a bit more of his hardening cock into my mouth. His big knob hit the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled off a bit so’s not to retch. Working the small amount of cock in and out of my mouth got him fully hard and groaning from the tongue and lip action. He began to pull back and I found myself leaning forward until my head was again lodged between the bars. He move quick then his hands shot through the bars and his baton came tight across the back of my neck forcing my head to angle up and back a bit. He took charge then and started to ease in and out of my mouth slowly working against the back of my throat. I started to choke and gag and retch and snot and tears came to my face as he forced more and more of his cock into my throat. Braced with the police baton id nowhere to go and struggled against the bars as his massive cock invaded my tight throat and only to pull back enough to allow me to catch a ragged breath before working back into my mouth to slowly inch down my throat. He finally stopped with about half his massive cock buried in my throat there was just no way was the rest going further at this time or angle. He pulled right out then and let me catch my breath and wipe the tears, snot and throat muck off my face. His cock stood out from his body at least ten inches, wrist thick and a massive set of low hanging balls. Fuck what was wrong with me I wanted him back in my mouth tasting his salty precum and musky smell. Only now as I breathed deep did I realise I’d blew my load in my shorts and had kept hard even as I was being violated with his hard cock down my throat. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me from below the peak of his police cap and his cock dancing in the air in front of us both. Suddenly a stream of piss arched out splashing me in the face and starting to drench me in acidic yellow liquid that I started to pull away only to be harshly told to stay the fuck where I was. His cock jerked and piss rained down on my head and face and chest totally drenching me and I was kneeling in a growing puddle with the smell assaulting my nostrils. I was disgusted and worse my cock was still painfully hard in my shorts aching to cum again. His huge cock finished pissing and I was ordered to lick the last dregs off his cock, I tasted his piss as my tongue met his knob and I cringed at the acrid taste. His cock had softened greatly from pissing and i enjoyed the spongy feel inside my mouth. Suddenly his handset burst into life and he lifted it and spoke into the mic, He understood the garble coming back at him and said he’d be right there. Clipping the mic back to his belt he pulled out of my mouth and walked to the door pushing his cock back into his uniform trousers with a grunt. He was gone leaving me sitting in a pool of piss and soaked through. Suddenly what I had done hit me and I was cold and shivering. I stripped out of my cloths and dried myself with a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped myself up in some others. What had happened began to play through my head and my cock rose to full aching hardness, I was totally disgusted with myself but also hoping he’d be back.

Dont listen to giftundpozempfangb, he hasn't taken into consideration that you are BI, meaning who knows in the future you may want to settle down and get married and most importantly have kids, if you become poz; it will be almost impossible to have kids; that is something you want to think about, me as a gay man, when all of my friends where out giving and taking loads, and living for the moment, i decided to wait it out, even though im a top; slipped a few times, but i decided to wait it out till something like PREP came along; now my wait has paid off and i can pursue endless barebacking adventures worry free, now most of my friends are poz, and riddled with health issues, such as high blood pressure, inflamed lymp nodes, and they catch the flu like a cat catches a mouse, make the smart decision and go on prep; 10 years from now you will be happy you did.

my first time getting fucked was in a restroom. i was young and shy and would go to restrooms to read the messages on the walls and jerk off. guy came in and sat in the stall next to me, and i guess he could hear me stroking my cock, because after a few minutes he reached under the stall and felt me up... and i let him, sliding off the toilet so he could have more access, feeling a rush. he went for my balls first (avoided my cock), then felt my ass up. he pulled his hand back under, but quickly returned, his fingers covered in lube... he went straight for my hole. when he saw i was not going to resist, he lubed my hole with his fingers. before i knew it, he had slid his legs under the stall wall, his hard cock between them...he pulled me over and guided me onto his cock, slid in and bred me. i was hooked after that

any poz piss xx

My ultimate bareback fantasy would be to participate in a large, outdoor, public sex party. No dark backrooms, no blindfolds, just men fucking and getting fucked by strangers in front of hundreds of other men.

FROM STRAIGHT BOY TO CUMDUMP IN ONE NIGHT ----the story of my transformation---- The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college started out as the most boring summer of my life. I had stayed at university to take summer classes and was subletting a room in a shitty four-bedroom apartment of which I was the only resident. I worked at a local movie store fifteen hours a week and was taking two classes both of which were over by two pm on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of the time I just spent watching Netflix going for runs, and jerking off. I had run track in high school and still kept up with my workouts keeping my lean frame in shape. At that time I was five eleven, one hundred and fifty pounds, with short-cropped black hair and the starting of a rather thick pelt of hair across my body. Puberty had come a little late to me and I had been hairless all through high school for the most part, but freshman year it had struck with a vengeance and I now grew thick coarse black leg and arm hair, my pits long bushy shrubs, and my chest hadn’t sprouted a patch in the middle but rather was slowly becoming carpeted in black hair. I loved it, I thought all the hair made up for my slight build and made me look manlier so I showed it off every chance I got. Normally when I went for a run I just ran round the campus, but on this particular day I was in a mood, bored with my solitary routine, sick of not seeing any of my friends cause they had all gone home for the summer, and over feeling trapped on campus so I made my way to a bike trail that ran through most of the town and started to run as far away from campus as I could. It was a hot day and the sweat ran down my bare torso and I jogged along for several miles. Most of the trail was bordered by trees, but every once in a while there was a gap and you could see into the back gardens of the people who’s houses back onto the trail. I had run the trail before and there was almost never anything of interest happening on it, in fact the only real appeal of the trail was that it was away from the school. I suppose before I continue with my story that I should mention that at this point in time I believed myself to be straight. This is in fact the story of how I came to realize that not only was that not true, but just how very much of a fag I really was. Despite believing myself to be straight I had always been interested in the male form. I could never help but to look when I saw a real manly man out and about. So what happened next really should have been no surprise. As I ran round a bend in the trail I found myself facing one of those patches where the trees thinned and you could seen to some random person’s back garden. This back garden however didn’t belong to just anyone. There in the clearing pushing a wheel barrow full of dead plants was a six foot six inch tall sweat soaked muscle bear. He had a strong pronounced jaw line sprinkled with salt and paper stubble, his head was shaved but the skin was tan from the sun. His arm muscles flexed under the dark bronze skin and hair as he moved the wheel barrow across the yard his bare chest glistening with sweat from the heat. Though I was staring intently at this perfect specimen of manliness I was still running until suddenly I caught my foot on a root and tumbled ass over elbow over the small bush that separated the trail from the Adonis’s backyard and landed sprawled face down on his perfectly kept grass. “Holy shit,” I heard him call out, “you ok kid?” “Yeah, I’m fine… just tripped… sorry.” I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could even and though I was already flushed from the heat running I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I rolled over and started to stand up when the ankle that I had caught on the tree root gave way underneath me. “You don’t seem ok kid, come on… let’s get you inside and make sure that ankle’s not broken.” As he walked over to me I was overwhelmed by his smell, a thick pungent musk that I found to be intoxicating. My head was swimming as I tried to focus through the haze of his sweat stink and I hardly noticed him picking me up and helping me to stand so that we could hop back to the house. He took me into the kitchen, sat me at the table and started to unlace my shoe to look at my ankle. I barely paid attention to anything that happened, till he said it was just a bad sprain and that I should just rest my leg for a while. “How far did you run kid?” “From the north side of campus,” I replied. “Shit that’s half way across town, tell you what. I’ll drive you back later so that you don’t have to run on that twisted ankle.” I graciously took him up on his offer, and sat in the kitchen icing my ankle and watching the man, who’s name I had learned was Eric finish up the yard work before he drove me back to campus. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and I didn’t understand why, I thought that it was because he looked like the man I whished to become, but I was wrong. When Eric had finished the yard work a little over fourth five minutes later he came back into the kitchen bringing with him that glorious smell once more. “Ok, let me grab a shirt, and right a note to my husband telling him I’m out in case he comes home from work while we’re gone, and then we’ll be off.” He said off of this as though it were the most natural thing in the world, but my head was spinning: HUSBAND? Was this perfect specimen of man a homosexual, could that be? I didn’t have much time to think before Eric had returned with an white a-line t shirt one along with the same basketball shorts he had been wearing to work in the yard. I set my foot on the ground gingerly, and Eric leaned in to help pick me up, but once he had pulled me upright he just held me for a minute and stared into my eyes. His eyes were slate blue and stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. After what seemed like an eternity he said, “So why did you trip kid?” “Ummm…. I…” I spluttered. “I thought so,” and he leaned in and kissed me. Several things all happened at once within my body: I panicked; I tried to push him away; and my cock sprang to life becoming instantly hard. I staggered away from him for a moment my brain screaming. And then it all stopped and all that I wanted to do was be in that man’s arms, I wanted to feel him against me. I dove back into his arms, grabbed his face and stuffed my tongue in his mouth. His hands wandered up and down my back, grazing but being careful not to go past the waist band of my short bright yellow running shorts, as we kissed and I clung to him as if I never wanted to let him go. Eric broke away, “I guessed that that’s why you tripped, but I wasn’t sure till you sat in here and practically drooled as you watched me work in the garden. Plus your cock hardened every time I touched you. Your brain my not be ready to admit it but your cock certainly isn’t” He said all this staring into my eyes, his hands still roaming over my back, but with that last part he reached forward and grabbed my throbbing cock through the thin nylon on my shorts. I gasped. He smiled, “You ever been with a man, kid?” “I’m straight.” “And I’m the Queen of England,” he said, kneeling in front of me, “don’t worry boy I’ll teach you hot to please a man.” With that he pulled my shorts down exposing my rock hard cock and before I could protest further he swallowed my whole seven and a half inch cock to be base. Within seconds he had me moaning and groaning and holding on the back of his head to keep my cock from slipping out of his mouth. I started to feel my balls tensing up and seeming to sense it too Eric pulled off of my cock and stood up again. “Now you try.” “I’m straight,” Eric pulled of his shirt revealing his massive hair covered chest in all its glory. “You want this I can tell. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” I don’t know what made me do it but I sank to my knees, Eric pulled his cock from the waistband of his shorts, smacked me in the face a few times and then I opened my mouth wide and began blowing this beautiful man. As I emulated what he had just been doing to me his cock began to grow and engorge until I was convinced that it wouldn’t fit in my mouth any longer. “Good boy, you work that man cock, get it good and hard.” What the hell was I doing? I was gagging this man’s ever hardening cock down my throat and loving every second of it. This was better then anything I had ever down with a girl. The smell of Eric’s sweat burned in my nose and I could taste the sweet salty liquid on his cock and I swallowed. He placed his big strong hands on the back of my head and guided me to begin bobbing up and down on his shaft. His cock brushed against my tonsils and I heaved for a moment before swallowing hard and feeling his cock slid down my throat. Everything was perfect. My jaw stretched as wide as it could, I felt pubes around my nose and balls against my chin and opening my eyes I found that I had slid Eric’s entire massive cock down my throat and was now sucking it with ease. I looked up at Eric and saw that he had his phone in one hand and the other holding my head in place as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I panicked a little, but never thought to take his cock from my mouth. There was the click of the camera and I widened my eyes in shock. “Don’t worry boy, just a pic for my husband to show him what’s waiting for him at home.” My brain was screaming at me to spit his cock out, pull my pants up and run, but my cock was throbbing, my mouth was drooling and for the first time in my life I felt an itch grown inside of me that I did not yet understand. “You’re a hot little cock sucker aren’t you.” Without knowing why I nodded, and grabbed Eric’s well built thighs pulling his cock into my mouth completely once more. “I’m gonna have some fun with you tonight.” Eric let go of my head and grabbing me under the armpits pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time was rougher, he shoved his tongue into my mouth and held my face close to his with his rough hands. I melted into him, feeling his warm sweaty body pressed against mine, his massive cock trapped between up. “Turn around,” he whispered in my ear. Don’t do it, my brain told me, you’re not a fag. What the hell are you doing? I turned around obediently. Eric hugged me from behind, his hands resting on my pecs as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cock nestled in my ass crack, and I couldn’t help myself, I rocked back on it rubbing his cock with my tight furry ass. Eric began to kiss down my body, his tongue tracing my spine as he once more sank to his knees. His tongue came to my tailbone and I shuddered, it was as if a bolt of electricity had gone through my body. I involuntarily arched by back. “A natural bottom,” Eric muttered and with one hand between my shoulder blades and one on my hip he forcer me to bend over so that my chest was resting on the table. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and I felt cool air on my hole. Then something warm and wet touched my hole. Two reactions shot through me, the one from my mind of RUN, the second from my ass: GOD NEVER LET THIS STOP. It was as if the way I thought about myself and my body and what I wanted was at war with what my body was experiencing. That itch I had started to feel earlier began to become a burn and find a home in my ass Eric’s tongue brushed against my tight hairy little virgin pucker. Eric pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to push my ass out more and I felt his tongue make it’s first attempt at entering my hole. The war raged on inside my body but I made no attempts to stop Eric, I just kept moaning loudly. I could feel my hole becoming slick with his spit and weather it was from the spit or the warmth or his breath or the repeated darting actions of his tongue I could feel my hole slowly starting to relax and bloom allowing more of Eric’s tongue to dip inside. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping precum but I felt no interest in jerking off my focus was on my internal conflict and on the waves of pleasure that emanated from my steadily loosening hole. “God you have a beautiful hole, tight, pink, and furry. I love it. Nice virgin hole.” Something rough pressed against my hole for a moment along with Eric’s tongue I looked over my shoulder trying to see what he was doing and I gasped when I realized that it was his finger. He briefly sucked on his finger and then pressed it again to my hole. Now slick with spit his finger didn’t just rebound off of my tight pucker but pressed inward a little bit, but my hole resisted. Eric returned to working my hole with his tongue but kept a steady pressure on my hole with his finger. My mind was becoming foggy and the argument between my brain and my body was becoming less and less. I started to think things like: if it feels so good how can it not be what I want. Eric increased the pressure of his finger on my hole, hocked a big glob of spit onto my hole and suddenly something gave way and his finger just slid inside of me. I gasped, it didn’t hurt, not at all, it was like a when you finally manage to scratch a really bad itch on your back that you couldn’t reach; and there ended my internal strife, a decision had been made, my body won and silenced my brain. I pushed back against his finger trying to swallow more of it up. Eric responded by slowly and deliberately sliding his finger in and out of my hole making me moan loudly. I felt sweat spring up on my back and it was hard to catch my breath. Eric chuckled softly to himself and withdrew his finger. I felt empty and alone for a moment and then I felt the finger return but it was thicker this time; two fingers. He repeated the same process until over the course of the next half hour he had worked all four fingers into my hole and was slowly twisting them in and out of my now loosened hole. Eric kissed my ass cheek and stood up with drawing his fingers from my hole. God I missed his fingers, the transformation that had taken place within me over the past forty minutes was complete. I no longer questioned what I was feeling and I knew that I wanted to keep his fingers inside my hole forever. That is until what happened next. Eric rapped an arm around me and pulled me up from my bent position, kissing my neck, his warm musky body pressed against my own. “You have such a sweet virgin hole boy,” he shifted his weight, “but I think you’re hole is ready for more,” with his free hand he bent his cock down from where it rested in my ass crack and aimed it at my now slick and loosened hole, “what do you say we bust that cherry?” I was grinding my ass back against his cock, relishing each time I felt his cock snag on my ass ring, but this was not enough for Eric. He let go of my chest and pushed me back down on the table so that my ass was once again spread out before him. My whole body seemed to have become electric and I sensed every tiny shift that Eric made as he shifted himself into position and began to ever so gently press his thick mushroom headed cock against my hole. His four fingers had opened my up a lot but my hole as still far to tight for Eric’s cock, he pushed harder, hocking up another big glob of spit right onto where his cock head met my hole. The itch I had felt earlier was getting worse, I felt as though there was a burning inside of my hole and only getting Eric’s monster cock inside of me could make it stop. I flexed my ass muscles and twitched my hole like I was taking a shit and felt for a brief moment my hole open up and a tiny bit of Eric’s mushroom head slip inside. I did it again this time pushing back against his cock and felt a little bit more slide inside. “Jesus, you can’t wait to pop that cherry can you boy? Alright then lets do this. When I push you flex your hole.” Eric grabbed me by the hips and started to push hard against my hole, he managed to force a little bit of the head inside without my help but then I flexed my hole and between his pressure and my open hole the head of his cock shot into my ass with a pop. It felt like a soda can had just been shoved up my ass, but I loved it, I wanted more. Eric stopped pushing for a moment, then spat on his cock and pushed hard again sinking about another inch of his cock inside me. He did this several more times till at long last I felt his thick black pubes against my ass and his balls resting against mine. Sweat covered my whole body and I was shaking a little. My hole was twitching around Eric’s cock trying to pull more of him inside of me. After what seemed like a glorious eternity he began to pull out until only the massive mushroom head remained in my hole, and then just as slowly he pushed back in again. A whimper escaped from my lips. “You like that thick cock deep inside you boy? You like feeling your cherry disappear as my cock invades your sweet wet boy cunt?” “Yes,” I said breathlessly. There was no denying what I wanted, no claims of being straight, no claims of wanting to be a top either, my cock was hard as a rock but I had no interest in it, all that mattered was Eric’s cock. “What do you want now boy?” Eric pulled out to the tip again, “Do you want me to fuck your boy cunt?” He plunged back in, harder then he had before, “You want me to pound your hole?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes what?” He withdrew again. “Yes I want you to fuck me.” And there it was, there was no taking it back, I had admitted what I wanted. “Good answer boy.” Holding me by the waist Eric started to make me grind forward and back on his cock and he pulled in and out picking up his pace rapidly until in a short while he was hammering away as though he were fucking a well broken in hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and I knew it. Everything else in my mind had gone blank and all that I could focus on as my hole and his cock. Faster and faster he went, now slamming his cock in hard so that the room filled with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. He grabbed my shoulders for better leverage and I started to buck back harder, meeting each thrust with equal force. By now I was practically screaming my vocabulary reduced to three phrases: Yes; Please; and Fuck me. “You wanna ride my cock boy?” “Fuck yes” Eric pulled his cock from my ass with a soft squelch and layer down on the floor his cock sticking straight up to the ceiling. I practically flung myself on his cock, positioning it at the opening of my no longer virgin hole and sitting down hard. I bounced up and down letting gravity pull me back onto Eric’s cock each time. Both of us were covered with sweat and it was as if the whole world smelled of sex. Eric’s breathing began to change and he started to buck his cock up into me as I rode. Quicker and quicker he pounded till after ten more minutes he growled, “I’m going to cum, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna breed that sweet cunt and make you into a real bottom boy.” “Yes breed me,” I groaned, not really knowing what I was saying. “You want my seed boy?” “God yes!” “Ok, well get ready cause…. FUCK!” He never finished his sentence he just grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to bottom out on his cock while I felt his shaft pulse and throb deep in my guts and a new kinda warmth spread through my body. His cum filled my hole and started to leak out a little down his cock onto his balls. I was panting, but my lust was unslaked. I leaned in and kissed Eric as he had kissed me before he started eating out my hole, rough and hungry. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body feeling the mixture of the hair with the sweat. Eric pulled me close and kissed me too before just hugging me to his chest, his cock still buried deep in my stretched out hole. “Jesus when you sent me a picture of some cock sucker on your tool I expected to find a twink waiting at the door to suck my cock, not find you with your cock still inside of his cunt and your load leaking out.” I sat up, dropping down all the way on Eric’s cock in so doing and gasped, when I heard the new voice. “I took one look at this cherry hole and I had to breed it.” Eric said to the new comer. “Cherry hole you say. Well then I’ll need to taste it too.” “Kid this is my husband Matt. Hope that hole’s feeling good cause it’s in for a long night.”

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

This is my first story (Sorry for my bad English) My name is Lars and I am a exchange student. I am 23 years old and I am Swedish and now live in New York City. I am a typical Scandinavian, 6,4 tall, 190 pounds of pure muscle, light blond and short hair, blue eyes. I know I am very handsome and everybody tells me that . I always get the most handsome guys . Maybe I am arrogant, but if you were as handsome as am I, you would also be somewhat arrogant. When I moved to New York, I decided to live-out my sexual fantasies in full. Although I was often fucked by really hot guys, I had never ever barebacked as I insisted each guy use a condom. Bareback was out of discussion. Two weeks ago, I was very horny, and went out with my friends on a Friday night. I wanted so bad to get fucked. No, I need it so so fucking bad. I left my friends and went to a gay bar to see if there was someone to fuck me. No sooner had I entered the bar then several hot guys were chasing after me. Of course I choose the hottest. He, like me, was a blond like me, but was somewhat darker. And yeah, he had a hot body. He was around my own age, and he bought me a beer and we talked. Then we start kissing. As we kissed I saw a disgusting old troll looking at me and smiling. He was in his 60's and looked really sick of AIDS. He was very low, maybe 5,1, mixed race and was almost bald and missing many teeth. He was very very thin. I found myself wondering 'How can such a disgusting person could look at me and smile?'. He thoroughly grossed me out so I did my best to ignore him as I continued kissing the blond hunk. Still, all the time I noticed the old troll watching me, He was devouring me with his eyes. Fuck, I found myself with a hard on, and my eyes were glued to his, even as I made-out with the hot blond. Our eyes meet so many times and I found myself mystified by my own behavior as I pondered what was it about the wasted troll that left me utterly horny? After several beers I went to the bathroom and notice that the old troll was following me.I was very nervouse when i notice the old troll next to me at the urinals. Fuck, He was like a dwarf besides me. But I got shoked when I see him taking an enormous Cock out of his pants. It was the largest and moust black Cock i ever seen in my life. It was shoking how black it was in relation With the skin colour of the old troll. He was dark but not that black. When He showed his big hanging bals I could see they were very black too, and so fucking huge. I was there with open mouth when he laughed and told me if i like it. I could not answer him, i was there With my mouth open, not saying nor doing anything. Then I swo that my Cock was rock hard. I blush big time, and decided to leave the toilet full of shame. I Dance With the blond guy but the old troll was looking at me all the time and I was with my eyes glued to his almoust all the time. I couldent help it. As we approuched the bar to drink another beer the old troll got besides me and I notice his old hand touching my bubble butt, I wear Law hangers so almoust all my undies were showing. He darted a finger in my pink hole With out any shame. I knwe nobody could see this. His hands were all over my ass checks and I dared to say anything for fear of what my hot young partner will say. I went to the bathroom and i was followed by the old troll. I was crazy horny, I was rock hard. I was very embarrassed but could not avoid how horny I was. He opened his trousers and liftet a bit his T-shirt. I could see some black spots on his skin, maybe becouse of his deseased. His Cock hung tehre and I could see a lot of precum, lots. He tjen told me smiling if i wanted to blow him and I answered if he got a condom i will try. He laughed a lot and told me that He never ever used condoms, and althought I was very handsome He was not for it. With condoms is not fun, and he left me tehre with my mouth open and my cock rock hard. I got so embarrassed. I went to the bar and kept talking to the blond guy, but I could not concentrate at all. Suddenly I sow the old troll going to the bathroom followed by a redhead twink. I got so fucking jealouse and after some minutes i went to the bathroom. The bathroom was emty but a door to a cublicle was closed. I heard the sound of a blow job and some gasps. I was rock hard. This AIDS sick old troll got in there the redhead twink, and for sure the young guy was sucking the black Cock and that all precum. I poke my head out form under the door and the fist thing I saw was a hard small Cock With red pubic hair and right after i saw how the twink was sucking the black Dick With out comdom. Fuck he was devouring the old Dick and dident care about how toxic it could be. Just two Seconds later my face got filled With sperm from the redhead. Then the twink got shamed and told the old troll that He need to go. When he opened the door he saw me there, he bluhs a lot and I helplessly got into the cubicle looking at the redhead eyes and he send me a litle smille. I shut the door and kneel in front of the black old Cock. I put the old black Cock in my mouth and savored the precum and the saliva from the twink on the big black Cock. The old troll laughed and push me away. He then told me that if i wanted his Cock i need to follow him home and go all the way. He say that he wanted to fuck my hot young blond bubble butt. He say that He lived near the bar and if I follow him is to get fucked with out any comdoms, just He and me. I was so in shame, but at that moment I diden't care if i was going to give myself bareback to the old troll. I could not help it, i was all to horny, I followed him like a puppy and dident care that the hot blond was waiting for me at the bar. I never ever in my life got so fucking atracted to a guy. On the street i begun to get second thougs but walked 15 meters back the old sick man. To be continued

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My name is Alan and this is a story of how I became the pig bottom I was meant to be. The beginning of the story is just some back ground information for you. When I was 18 years old, my cousin Amy and her husband moved in to the house down the street from us. From the time I had met him I had always wanted him to use me. He was 6’2” 230 pounds, very hairy and very muscular, athletic and always working out. His name was Michael but because of his strength his nickname was Bull. Later I found another reason to call him that. As I had the slim build of a swimmer, was somewhat shorter at 5’9”, and as he was seven years older than I, we were very much in contrast to each other. I was always the quiet one in the family and shy. I knew I was gay and like most 18 year olds, I was always horny, but I couldn’t act on my impulses and hid that I was gay from my family. The fantasies I had every time I jerked off were always of him or of a man like him using me as a fuck toy little did I know I would get my wish and then some. Because Bull's wife, my true cousin, was family, we would always be at each other’s houses for dinner, family parties and so forth. That June after I graduated from high school we all went to our family reunion together and I had to sit next to HIM. I was wedged in the front seat between my father and Bull and the heat that radiated off of him was amazing. As Bull and my father talked I would steal glances of him including the bulge in his pants. As he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable I swear he rubbed against me on purpose but then again we were crammed in the front seat. When we got to the reunion I helped everyone unload the car and then I went off exploring to see what other family members were doing. I hung around some of my other cousins who were of my age, we went down to the creek to drink beer we took from our family coolers and to smoke some weed. About two hours later I had to pee real bad and went to use the bathroom. When I walked into the bathroom Bull was in there changing, he was getting ready to go jet skiing on the creek. His shirt was off and he said Hi as I walked in. I said Hi in reply, and walked over to the urinals to pee. I kept watching him out of the corner of my eye and tried to pee but couldn’t, my dick was hard just seeing him without his shirt on. I flushed and zipped up hoping he wouldn’t notice the tenting in my shorts. As I tried to get out of there ASAP I realized he was talking to me and I asked him what he said. He laughed and said I must have my mind on other things. He repeated to ask me if I liked to go jet skiing with him or did I have other plans. I stammered that I had other plans and left the bathroom. The rest of the day all I could think of was him and that body. I jerked off three times that night. After the family reunion I didn’t see him again until August. My mom asked if I could go over to their house and mow the lawn since they were away on vacation. I said sure and headed over. I started mowing the front lawn and then moved to the back. With my ear buds in and the music turned up loud I did not hear Bull walk up behind me in the yard. He tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped. He said he was sorry and that he did not mean to startle me. I told him I had my music turned up and hadn't seen him. I told him I didn’t think anyone was around and that he and Amy were on vacation. He told me that Amy decided to go visit friends since he could not get off from work. He asked if I wanted a drink of water and I told him that would be great. We walked into the house and he got me a bottle of water from the fridge. He handed it to me and I didn’t even notice that it had no cap on it. I drank it down in two gulps. We walked into the great room and sat down. He sat right next to me even though there was plenty of room on the couch. I couldn’t help but stare at his body, I wanted to lick his pits and suck on his nipples. I started to feel funny and felt like I was going into a daze. Bull started talking to me and asked me why I left the bathroom so early at the reunion. I asked what he ment and he told me he knew I was checking him out and he thought that I would let him fuck me or at least suck his cock. "Wow that is blunt" I said, and he replied he knew I was a fag and that I was always checking him out, and asked if I had ever been with a guy. My reply was "No." "Good," he said, "I like breaking in virgin hole and wrecking it." With that he stood and dropped his shorts, his cock was massive: it was about ten inches long, uncut, and thick as a beer can. Grinning, he snapped his fingers and asked me if I liked what I saw. All I could do was nod. He was alternating between rubbing his hand up and down his body and pulling on his left nipple, remarking in the process "You look like you are a great cock sucker." I don’t know what it was but I knew I needed to be used by him. He asked if I would like another bottle of water or something stronger and I asked for something stronger. He fixed me a rum and coke that was almost all rum and very strong. I drank it down and put the glass down. He put his hand on my head and guided me toward his cock. At first I could only get the cock head into my mouth but as he encouraged me and pushed my head on to him I gaged at first getting spit all over his cock, I then realized I had him partially down my throat. He was telling me what a good boi I was and that he knew I could do this. It was then I felt his hand work into the back of my shorts and his finger found my hole. With no lube he pushed his finger into my hole and it hurt slightly. I told him that it hurt and burned and he said good your ass will get used to it in time. He then used his other hand to push my mouth back on his cock. He told me that I was a slut and that he would teach me how to take all cocks, no questions asked and he will make me into the pig I was ment to be. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to undress. I was very drunk at this point and realized that he must of spiked my drink because I was also very hot and very horny. I quickly stripped down and he told me to turn around and he started licking my ass. I never felt this before and I was in heaven. I felt my hole loosening up ever so slightly. He told me I was ready and had me lay on the sofa my legs spread out and my hole was exposed. The next thing I know his cock head was at my hole and he was trying to push it in. It hurt and I asked him to stop, but he just laughed and said "A pig bottom learns to take the pain and with my fuckin' cock I am sure to tear you a bit." He thrust into me a little more and I screamed in pain. I did not know what lube was at that time but I know he didn’t use anything other than spit and his precum. After what seemed like an eternity he started moving his cock in and out of my hole. The pain was starting to go away and I started to enjoy his pulling out and pushing back in, and he remarked "I've never seen a bottom open up so fast - you must be a natural born fuck." Then he started to grunt I realized that he was cumming in my hole and that he was not wearing a condom. I asked him if he should be wearing a condom and he replied "Fuck no. A pig boy should always take the seed of any man." He then pulled out, remarking "A pig also knows that he should clean any cock that uses his hole" so I took his cock into my mouth. It was then that I tasted my blood on his cock. To this day I love when a top fills me with his seed. This is my first attempt at writing my story. It is a mix of truth and fiction. The story does start off slow but I have much more to tell if you want

It was my 24th birthday and I decided I wanted to have some hot sweaty man sex instead of a party. As a result I packed a bag and drove to a bathhouse in a city 2 hours away. I was intent on renting a room with a sling and spending several hours having great sex – little did I know how much it would change my life. I arrived at the bathhouse about 8PM. I decided to check-in and get my room. I was provided a towel and key and off I went into the warm welcoming hallways. I figured the place would be pretty busy since I took one of the last 3 remaining parking spots and boy was I right! I got to my room and stripped totally naked. I put the towel around me and went for a cursory tour of the place to see what types of men would be available to me. I saw several hot prospects and made my mind I wouldn’t leave until I had as many cocks in my hole as I could stand. When I got back to my room I turned on some hot porn, turned the lights low and climbed into the sling. Propping the door open I lubed my hole and waited. The first guy to come in was a hot 30 something daddy type. I saw the gold wedding band on his hand and knew I had to have him. He pulled 2 locks out of his ankle bag and locked my ankles in the stirrups of the sling. “I’m here for 24 hours slut and you won’t be let loose until I am ready to leave!” I began to get really concerned at this point but of course my horniness won out. He fucked me and shot a massive load in my hole after 20 minutes. He exited the room leaving me for the next top. While he had been fucking me a crowd had gathered to watch and there was a line of tops waiting for their turn at my hole. Over the next 24 hours I was fucked by countless cocks of all different shapes and sizes. At the end of my stint my married man came back and released my legs. He fucked one final load into my exhausted hole. As I was checking out the front desk clerk asked if I had a good time. I replied, “A fantastic birthday for sure!” “Good, we were happy to provide you with such a POZITIVE experience.” His words hung heavy in the air as I saw the poster behind his shoulder advertising a POZ bareback fuck fest they held over the last 24 hours. I realized every load I took was most likely POZ. I was slightly fearful but my dick sprang to attention. He definitely noticed and said, “Looks like someone enjoyed himself!” “You have no idea,” I said. I knew I would be back again and would be yet again taking any and every cock offered to load my possibly now POZ hole.

Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

The Freshman 10 – My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass. Just six hours ago I was running late for my last class, on the last day of my first week at the University of Maryland (UMD), in College Park, Maryland. While the school was not quite as far away from my family down on the Eastern Shore as I might have wanted, the Robert H. Smith School of Business at UMD was one of the best, so I promised mom and dad I would ‘come home often’ – yeah right – and they agreed to pay for school. Breathlessly I opened the door to the class, heard the professor’s booming voice, and slunk into an empty seat in the back row where I was greeted with a warm smile and the most amazing eyes by the guy sitting beside me. I could barely focus on what the professor was saying as I kept glancing at my classmate, his light brown skin, his strong jaw line, the way he sat a little forward in his seat paying attention while lightly tapping his pencil on his notebook. Flashes of our naked bodies pressed together crowded my mind, my dick strained against my jeans, and I missed most of what the professor said. Class ended, and as I was gathering up my things to leave my new classmate held out his hand, smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Kevin, Kevin Durant.” I blinked real fast, realized I was taking too long to reply, grabbed his hand and shook it too vigorously as I said all flustered, “Hi, nice to meet you,” and then I dropped my cell phone. “Fuck,” I said as I shook my head, slammed my books down and almost bumped into Kevin’s head as we both went to bend down to grab the phone. Kevin laughed, he got there first, handed my phone back to me and said, “I think it’s OK. Hey, if you’re done for the day I’m happy to share my notes with you on what you missed. I live close by so we can go by my place or just hang out on campus, whatever you prefer.” I almost dropped my phone again but managed to say, “Your place would be GREAT – um, that’s cool, yeah.” Oh God. I sounded like a complete idiot. Kevin said we would take his car, which was good as I was not sure I could find mine without poring over my map and looking stupid, and as we walked we made small talk, realized we were both in the same business program and had almost all of our classes together. Unlike my hand-me-down Volvo, Kevin had a tricked out and brand new Cadillac ELR sports coupe with a red paint job that made it simmer. We hopped in, Kevin banged on the steering wheel a couple of times and smiled with pride, “Just love that new car smell. Had to work fucking hard for this. My dad bought it for me, but he’s a fucking task master like you wouldn’t believe.” As the car revved up and we took off, I eased back in the high-grain leather seats and did not know I would soon come to find that out for myself. A short drive later we pulled up to a nice size house that had a few other cars in the driveway and only then did I think Kevin may still live with his parents. I had just assumed he was in a student house like me. Kevin led me around back, through a side door, and into a large apartment in the lower level. “Go on, make yourself comfortable, I got to piss,” Kevin said. I set my stuff down and wandered around his living room looking at pictures on the wall, then to his bookshelves and noted he liked to read sci-fi, which I did too. I then started thumbing through his DVD collection and about shit myself when I came across an entire shelf of porn – not just any porn – gay porn! My hands shook as I pulled one out. Damn! My parents would have skinned me alive if I had anything like that at my house – Jesus! Kevin came back out and saw what I was looking at before I could put it back on the shelf. He smiled, “Oh man, that is like my favorite one! You seen it before? Wait, what about this one? Seen that one?” I could only shake my head and hope Kevin did not notice the bulge in my pants. We sat down at the table, Kevin grabbed a couple sodas, and we started to review the info I had missed. Shit, this class was going to be intense, but Kevin said we could study together and that made me feel better. Once we finished, Kevin stood up, “Come on upstairs. I’ll introduce you to my old man. He works from home, has a technology consulting firm, pretty cool shit.” Kevin bounded up the stairs and I raced to keep up. The house was pretty impressive, but nothing like his dad. Kevin’s father was standing by a window looking out at his back lawn while speaking to someone on his blue tooth phone headset. His dress shirt was cut tight and I could see thick, hard nipples on his firm chest. The dress pants he wore showed the muscular curves of his ass and when he turned, I paused as I took in the long curve of his dick running down his right leg. He was a much bigger version of Kevin, taller, thicker, his skin several shades darker. His hair was cut tight, his face clean, and the gold rings and watch attested to his success. Kevin quietly started to point to various awards and things on the wall as he father finished his call and when he was done, he pulled the blue tooth out of his ear, walked over, gave Kevin a big hug then about broke my hand as he grabbed it, shook it hard and said, “You’re a friend of Kevin’s? Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Come on in, take seat, so what are you boys up to?” I followed Kevin’s lead, sat down, and listened as Kevin reported to his dad all he had been up in the past 24-hours. His dad asked me a few questions about where I was from, my family, and then made his apologies as he had to take another call. On the way back to Kevin’s apartment downstairs we stopped and he pointed to several pictures on the wall. “That’s my mom,” he said in a voice laced with sadness. “She passed away a few years ago, so it’s just my dad and I now.” One last stop at a restaurant size fridge and Kevin asked, “Want some beer?” I was not 21 yet but said, “Yeah, OK, sure.” We got back downstairs, Kevin opened the bottles, we sat down on the couch, he then got up, pulled out the DVDs, found the porn I had looked at earlier and before I could say a word popped it in and started it up. He smiled, “You’ll love this! Oh wait, I never asked, sorry man, do you like guys even or girls or what?” Kevin was so open, calm, and relaxed about his sexuality and the fact that he did not act like the stereotype of a gay person that I had been raised with made it all the more disarming. I flushed a bit, looked away, then said, “I like guys I guess – I mean I like girls – but I like guys in that way – like that – but I’ve not had a lot of...” Kevin set his hand on my leg, squeezed it reassuringly, and said, “Really man? I guess I forget how lucky I have been. My mom and dad were supportive from the moment they knew when I was about 13. They knew before I did really, but they waited for me to catch up and when I did, they were there with love and support. Your parents don’t know?” I laughed nervously, “Fuck no! My mother would think I’ve been possessed by some evil creature and my father would then try to beat it out of me. No.” Kevin squeezed my thigh again, then surprised me as he leaned over, kissed my cheek, smiled and said, “Well then its good we met up right? No pressure here dude, but I have to admit I think you’re cute as fuck and going over the class notes was not the only reason I wanted to hang out.” Kevin then set his beer bottle on the coffee table, took mine out of my hand and set it on the table as well, leaned in and this time when he kissed me it was on the lips and I kissed him back. I leaned back on the couch as Kevin half laid on me, half on the couch, our hands exploring, our lips caressing. I paused and pushed at him a little, “What about your dad?” I asked. “He’s right upstairs!” Kevin chuckled, “Don’t worry. He’s cool. He won’t bother us. Anyways, he’s busy working.” A few more minutes of making out and I couldn’t take it anymore and finally reached down and grabbed Kevin’s hard bulge. He had been pressing it against my body and I ached to feel him and wanted to let him know. Kevin moaned, broke our kiss, stood up, pulled his shirt off, then did a slow-strip tease as he undid his pants, turned around, slowly pulled his shorts down, stepped out of clothes, then turned back so I could see him naked. Wow – fucking wow! That’s all I could think. His dick was rock hard, about 7 ½ inches long with a slight up curve on it. I sat up, leaned forward, and let him slide his hot dick in my mouth. I slowly worked my tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, then started to move my head back and forth trying to suck it like I had been taught by the one guy I had fucked around with back home. Kevin seemed to enjoy it and soon he held onto my shoulders, encouraging me to keep sucking, and I was lost in the feel of him in my mouth when suddenly he tensed and a river of cum started to flow from his dick. I gagged, tried to pull away, but Kevin held my head and said, “No, swallow, please, that feels so fucking good, please swallow it.” So I did, all the while realizing how much I loved the taste, and at the same time felt scared as I knew it was not a safe thing to do. Once Kevin was done, he leaned down, kissed me on the lips and ran his tongue into my mouth – “MMMM....luv the taste of a fresh load. Ever eat your own cum when you jerk off? I do all the time. I’m always so fucking horny and can cum several times a day, and eating it is just the best.” Kevin then plopped down on the couch and said, “OK, your turn,” with an evil glint in his eyes. I stood up, dropped my pants and clenched my jaw as Kevin swallowed my dick whole and began to work his tongue around. I shuddered, my thighs tensed, and I immediately blew my load his mouth and quickly started to apologize as Kevin sucked me dry, “I’m so sorry. That just felt so good, I couldn’t hold it at all, I’m...” Kevin looked up, ran his hand up my stomach, smiled and as he licked his lips said, “Chill man, it’s all good. I’ve got plenty more where mine came from and bet you do too?” I was not quite sure how to reply to that, but took the beer, sat back down, Kevin pulled my sneakers and pants off, and we leaned back on the couch watching the porn like nothing had happened – except our hard dicks twitching testified that we had been bad boys and probably would be some more. We barely finished another beer before we Kevin and I were a tangle of limbs on his bed, kissing, licking, fingering, squeezing, wrestling a bit to see who would be on top. Sex for me had always been a furtive, uptight, secretive thing and it was so fucking liberating to be with someone so free about it all and making it a joyous celebration! My balls felt like they were 3,000 feet underwater with how tight they were and the pressure to cum again was fucking intense as I tried to hold off. Kevin surprised me by jumping off his bed, getting flat on the floor, digging around a bit, then coming back up with a bottle of lotion held in his hand like the Olympic Torch. He squeezed some out onto two fingers, reached around, shoved his fingers in his own ass, sighed a little as he closed his eyes, pulled his fingers out, smiled at me and said, “You ready to fuck?” DAMN! While my mind tried to process that, my dick tried to pull away from my body to get to his hole. I was usually more of a bottom, but the thought of fucking Kevin right then was the only thing I wanted in the entire fucking world! I got off the bed, he got on his hands and knees, laid his chest forward, reached between his legs and started fingering his asshole. DAMN! I looked around for the condoms, and was starting to get onto the floor to look under the bed when Kevin turned, “Come on man, what’re you doing? My ass is PRIMED!” When I told him he replied, “Oh – forget that. I don’t have any. I’m on PREP.” I told Kevin, “I’m not sure what you mean,” and he smiled again, turned around and said, “It’s cool man. I take this pill everyday or whatever and I don’t have to worry about anything. I’m NEG and fuck raw all the time, shit totally works! I’ll set you up with my doctor, he’s cool as shit. You ready?” I eased into Kevin’s waiting ass and it felt better than I could have dreamed. His ass clamped down around my dick and literally stroked it. How’d he do that? I grabbed his hips and let Kevin push back and do the work as he was clearly more experienced than I was and once again I started to cum before I knew. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming in your ass!” I said in disbelief. Kevin banged back harder and when I tried to pull out he reached back, grabbed me and said, “No, I want every drop.” After the last drop was out Kevin pulled off my dick, jumped up with a big grin on his face and said, “OK, now your turn.” What? I couldn’t get fucked, I had just cum, but Kevin was already lubing up his dick and those eyes and that smile broke all resistance, so I assumed the position and about jumped out of my skin as Kevin pushed right in my ass and started pounding. “Please, wait, let me get used to it!” I pleaded. Kevin chuckled, “Naw, best way to take dick is to just TAKE IT!” I shifted my body and pushed back, pulled away as far as I could, shifted some more, and after a while, the pain and discomfort went away and all I felt was liquid gold. I don’t know how else to put it. It was just – well just fucking perfect and felt way fucking better than being fucked with a condom! Kevin was a man on mission and pounded me like a long distance runner – slow and steady with a sprint to the finish and then a SPLASH as he blew his cum inside my ass. OMG! That felt fucking amazing! I started to ease off when Kevin grabbed my hips and said, “Oh no man, I got another load for you, won’t take me long, not long at all – oh shit, oh fuck, here it is man – TAKE MY CUM!” My ass ate his cum up like it was manna from heaven, and after Kevin’s load was depleted, he slid out of my ass and once again our bodies became a tangle of limbs, tongues, hard dicks and now creamy holes. We made out for a while longer, then laying in each others’ arms we drifted off to sleep for a quick nap before waking up and starting all over again. I felt so comfortable with Kevin and was not all self conscious, or shy, or inhibited by what we were doing – surprised for sure – but it felt natural, right, and I knew I could get used to studying with him. I was on my hands and knees and Kevin was just about ready to fuck me again when his cell phone rang and by the ring tone he knew who it was, “Hang on,” he said, “That’s my dad.” As Kevin spoke with his dad I could tell something was up, and after he ended the call with a resigned, “Yes Sir,” I knew our fucking was done. “Dad said that the office called him, asked if I could come in. I’ve got this amazing internship with Lockheed Martin, thanks to my dad, and there’s some problem with the a new system we are working on and I have to go in for a while.” I got up and started to grab my clothes and shit when Kevin came, pulled me tight, gave me wet sloppy kiss and said, “Will you wait for me to get back? I’d really like you to stay.” I sort of didn’t have a choice as he was my ride and was actually glad he asked as I wanted to stay too, so I said, “Sure. I’ll just watch a movie or something if that’s ok?” Kevin laughed on his way in to the bathroom and called out, “Don’t watch the good ones without me!” I turned on the TV, started flipping through channels as I opened another beer and heard Kevin’s cell ring again. He came out of the bedroom, grabbed his keys and said, “My dad said there’s plenty of food upstairs in the fridge if you get hungry, so feel free to help yourself, have some more beer, whatever, I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Two beers later and I was feeling buzzed and decided maybe I should grab something to eat. Kevin had been gone about an hour or so already, but he had not called yet, so I figured I might as well eat something. I nervously made my way upstairs to the main part of the house. The house was silent and dark, so I figured Mr. Durant had gone to bed early or out, so I quietly made my way to kitchen, opened the fridge door and was debating if I really wanted some food or another beer when I about jumped out of my skin as a voice behind me said, “Find what you need?” I turned around and about dropped the bowl of pasta I had grabbed as there was Mr. Durant, naked, with the biggest dick I had ever seen. “Umm…yeah...thanks.. I was just…Kevin….so I ….” Shit, I could barely breathe let alone speak as my eyes kept darting to his long, dark shaft, the foreskin hanging in a loose tip at the end and even soft, Mr. Durant was as big as Kevin – or me for that matter. Mr. Durant’s eyes narrowed, he stepped closer to me and I tried to back away but banged into the fridge door, he smiled, “So, you and Kevin getting along all right? If I know my son he probably gave you a couple loads didn’t he?” Fuck, I didn’t know what to say, I could never imagine talking to my dad about sex. My hands were shaking now as Mr. Durant calmly took the bowl of pasta, reached past me, set it back on the shelf in the fridge, his body pressing me against the open fridge door, which was not helping my nervousness at all. I started to slide to my left to get out of the way, but Mr. Durant’s arm snapped up, holding both the door and me in place as he casually reviewed the contents of the fridge. I could hear a clock ticking and realized I was holding my breath, too horny, scared, and confused to do anything else. Mr. Durant bent forward, shuffled a few things around on the shelves, stood back up, turned, and set a covered butter dish on the granite countertop of the big kitchen island. I was like a possum playing dead and did not move and stayed standing where I was against the open fridge door. Mr. Durant leaned past me again, this time pushing more of his weight against me as he grabbed the pasta bowl, a packet of what looked like meat from a butcher, and a wedge of cheese. He set these on the island, turned to me, smiled, and said, “Thank you, you may close the door now – on second thought, grab yourself a beer and open one for me too.” I could see where Kevin got his smile from now, straight from his father, as well as his lack of inhibitions, or self assuredness, or whatever the fuck it was. Mr. Durant flicked on a light over the island and another over the stove and then was opening the packet of meat, which I could see was some kind of sausage – the fancy kind you buy from butcher, and I set the opened beer bottle down just off to the side and took a long drink of mine. Mr. Durant then spoke, directing my attention to his culinary work, “Do you like sausage? See how this sausage meat is nice and dark, how it’s thicker here at the base, but only slightly as it tapers a little to the slight bend in the middle then gets thicker again at the end?” As he spoke my eyes instantly went to his dick, then back to him as I wondered which sausage he was speaking about? My eyes started to travel back to his dick, but afraid he would notice I forced myself with all my might to look back at his face as he dug three fingers into the cold stick of butter from the butter dish and began to rub them up and down the length of the sausage, stroking it as it lay on the counter. “It’s important to caress it in long strokes,” he said, “You need to work the flavor out, and to do that you have to have a little lubrication. Do you want to try?” I just shook my head, gulped some more beer and shockingly realized I had just downed a whole beer in nothing flat. I set the empty bottle on the counter and quickly grabbed another from the fridge as Mr. Durant continued preparing the food. Mr. Durant was speaking again, and this time when I looked up from staring at Kevin’s daddy’s dick, his eyes locked with mine, he smiled – fuck he knew! He stepped away from the stove, over to me, took the bottle out of my hand and set it out of reach on the island and was so close now his dick was just pressing against my navel area. I had to look up to see his face and his eyes now peering down at me. “It will take a while for the sausage to cook right, I got it at a low simmer, and when the flavor is ready to burst I’ll turn the heat full up until the juices pop.” I just nodded. Mr. Durant continued, “So, while that’s cooking, I think I could use a some bomb head and ass right about now and from the way you’ve been eyeing my sausage, I could think you could use something too.” I was still processing what he had just said - hsocked by his frankness - as his dick pushed against my body, stiffening, getting hard. I tried to take a step back, but Mr. Durant’s hands grabbed my shoulders and with a firm grip he began to push me down to make me kneel in front of him. “I can’t…I…Kevin should be back…and I…we…I don’t want…” Mr. Durant laughed as my knees hit the floor and his dick slid back and forth like pendulum on Big Ben across my face. “Shhh,” he ordered, “Kevin will not be back until the morning. The problem at Lockheed is bigger than he expects and I have made sure they will keep him busy until I tell them otherwise.” I looked up in confusion as Mr. Durant shifted his hips and his dick swung back and forth across my face again, this time striking me hard as it had stiffened and engorged and lengthened to a stunning degree. “The head can wait, you can nurse on it after,” Mr. Durant said. “Get back up and take your pants off.” I obeyed without question or pause – why was that? It just seemed right, natural, normal. When I did and stepped out of them, Mr. Durant bent down, picked them up, sniffed at the ass area, inhaled again, then smiled and let them drop. I was not wearing underwear so I knew he was smelling the remnants of his son’s loads up my ass. He then turned me, had me step the side so I was on the long mat that ran in front of the island, then he pushed my body forward against the cool granite of the island counter top, stepped behind me, and reached over to the right and pulled the opened butter dish towards him. I watched, knowing in my mind what he planned now as Mr. Durant used three fingers to scoop out a large glob of butter. A sharp intake of breath announced Mr. Durant’s fingers at my hole as he forced the cold glob of butter inside my ass. As he worked his middle finger into my ass he asked, “You’ve never taken a real big dick have you? I can tell. You’re so fucking tight, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of that, now stand still, let me warm this up for you.” Mr. Durant continued to finger my ass, shoving the butter further into me and churning it at the same time. Some of it began to run down my leg as it melted, but there was nothing I could do about that as my ass continued to get prepared. An arrow of fear pierced me as Mr. Durant leaned over, grabbed some more butter, and instead of sticking it in my ass he started to rub it along the his shaft, making his black skin shiny and the veins bulge as he slowly stroked his hand back and forth. I was truly scared now, there was no way I could take that dick! Mr. Durant grabbed the hand towel that was beside the butter dish, wiped his hand off, pushed me back down with his left hand then pressed it hard into my lower back to make me squat a little. Then holding the towel in his right hand, he adjusted the base of his dick and guided the head towards my waiting ass. A little more shifting of bodies and I could feel the thick head begin to push into my buttered up hole. I gasped, the muscles in my ass ring screamed in agony as Mr. Durant now tossed the towel onto the island and said, “I’ll go slow, I promise.” It sure didn’t feel that way as his dick pushed a little further and the scream now shifted from my ass to my throat – and caught – all that came out was a meek gurgle. “OH HELL YES – THAT PUSSY IS POPPED NOW,” Mr. Durant exclaimed as his dick head broke free of my ass ring and slid forward on its buttery trail. “I BET YOU NEVER IMAGINED THIS WAS THE FRESHMAN 10 YOU HAD TO WORRY ABOUT – POPPING YOU OPEN WITH MY 10 INCHES OF BLACK DICK, I WANT TO FEEL THAT AGAIN, FEEL THAT HOLE GO POP AROUND MY DICK – OH HELL YES!“ My head was resting on the back of my hand and I lifted it slightly as my ragged breath sounded like I was running a marathon. My watch said 10:45 p.m. and that was about all I could see except for the granite counter top on the island in Mr. Durant’s kitchen as he slid his long, raw, black dick, up my ass.

Here's another hot story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie.html ........................... When I got home I got a big surprise—a phone call from a 19 year old I’d POZZED 3 months ago. I‘d been only the second one to TOP him, and never thought I’d hear from him again. We met last June. I couldn’t wait to caress his youthful, tender Ass. He, in turn, went down on me, and sucked me close to Cumming. I stopped him cause I had better use for my POZ Cum than that. He’d find that out. I led him to the bedroom. He tried to escape my engorged Cock, but I trapped him to the mattress. He began to whimper, so I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I fucked him slowly, with powerful deep thrusts. I hit his Prostate, and he felt it. I couldn't hold back—filled his Virgin Hole with hot POZ Jizm, paused to allow my Toxic Seed to settle, then began to fuck him hard and fast. He bellowed in shear pleasure. After 15 minutes he reached down and felt my Dick. His eyes went wide. "No Rubber? Don’t Cum in me, OK? Shoot on my Chest and Stomach.” I acquiesced. He hadn’t counted on my Special Gift—that I can Cum a half dozen times, depending on the NEG-AND-SEX-APPEAL of the Dude I’m GIFTING. And Joey boy was VERY NEG and VERY SEXY. I fucked him harder. God, the Kid appealed to me—so young and vibrant and voluptuous! I felt It tingle in my Balls, rising toward my Piss Slit! I shot again, inundating his Guts with my POZ Jism. And kept on screwin’ for half an hour longer. “I’M CUMMIN!” That was him; not me. He hadn’t even touched himself. I was fucking the NEG Shit out of him. How I wanted to swallow his last NEG Load. I slowed my pace and licked up what I could, without stopping. "Man are you going to Cum or what?" he asked, almost exasperated. I had a duty to perform, and didn’t want to shirk my obligation. I responded I’d shoot soon. I wanted my first Loads to fester for as long as possible, so I intentionally held off and fucked him for another quarter-hour. "Please Cum! I can't take this any longer!" I spooged all over him. He got so excited at the sight of my raw Seed. He said he was afraid that I would Cum in him. He wanted to play Safe. I only smiled—I may have POZZED another one. ***************************************************************************************************************************** “Hello.” "It’s me, Joey, remember? Three months ago. I’ve tested POZ. You didn’t….?" “Wasn’t me, Joey. I never came in you. Have you played with someone else?” “A couple—but they all wore Condoms.” “Then it must have been a friggin’ accident. A broken Rubber or something. Tell you what. Cum over and we’ll talk about it.” “Are you POZ?” I hesitated. To continue the charade or tell the truth. “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.” Talk we never did—at least not that evening. Talk is cheap, and not what I was in the mood for. He arrived visibly upset, wearing Tank Top and Cutoffs, and, for the record, no underwear. I asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Ginger Ale would be fine.” He’d drunk Ginger Ale the first night, too. Silently we sat on the couch. I massaged his inner thigh, worked up his pant leg, brushed his past his Balls, and stroked his soft Cock with nimble, practiced fingers. Magnificent! My POZ Child’s Shaft was hardening. I unbuttoned his cutoffs. The well-worn zipper glided easily, exposing his infected tumid Shaft. I couldn’t wait to taste his POZ Precum, knowing one so recently knocked up must be rife with the Virus. Yeah, I was responsible; and proud of it! I shoved my unlubed index finger up his Pussy. He jerked reflexively, then relaxed. I led him to the bedroom leaving his Cutoffs on the couch, pulled off his Tank Top, lubed up with Vaseline, and fucked him for an hour. I came 4 times, and with each climax acknowledged how good it felt to have my POZ Jizm flowing up his Pussy. By my 4th ejaculation, I think he knew exactly how he’d been POZZED. I began to masturbate him mercilessly. I worked his fat Cock faster, my hand but a blur upon his Tool. “Shoot your Toxic Jism, Joey. Shoot It down my throat. And promise me, you’ll remember— ’Tis better to give than to receive.’”

I need to go out and fuck something now I'm so hard

Messaged a guy on A4A two day's ago, he said he was safe but talked him into fucking me bare. drove over to where he wanted to meet then he took me to his place and found out he had a bf who was out of town. I blew him a bit before he fucked me from behind. He shot a thick creamy load in me and then I left holding his load for around 4 or so hours.

I got steathed, but it was after I had converted to positive. For a time I practiced safe sex to avoid reinfection. It sounds crazy now, but there you are. Anyway, I insisted on condoms and twice that I know of, a top tricked me into taking his cum. Once it was a broken condom. The top seemed quite unconcerned, even happy to discover that the condom broke. Another time I was at the porno theater and top wanted to fuck me. I insisted on a condom and he agreed. But after he'd bred me and was out of my ass, I noticed he wasn't wearing it. He seemed amused by my objection to what he had done. Now I wish I had sought out men to trick me into taking their poz cum. The idea of a top tricking me into being his cum dump, maybe knocking me up, turns me on. And I figure it might have made them even more aggressive fucking me. Thinking about it has me boned right now.

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

Chapter XII This is how my hole looks now after a poz load from the guy that had been giving me a massage. I looked up to see Steve, the hitcher, smiling around the curtain between our two massage tables. I grinned back and he told me he just knew I would succumb to the great looking masseuses here. I told him it was nice but what the hell was I doing, becoming just a hole to be used or what? He told me to just go with it as long as it felt good and I was having fun. We then headed to the showers and cleaned the massage oils off. I couldn't help but had to grab and stroke Steve a bit. His huge cock was just too great to resist. He put me off for a bit and told me to wait till we got to the sauna and then he would pound my hole good if I wanted. I told him to hurry and let's get there then. We got to the sauna and immediately added some more water to the heater and soon had a really good amount of steam rolling in and pretty much hiding almost anything from view beyond a couple of feet. We headed to a bench to sit and I sat on a lower one than him. I soon had his cock buried in my throat and really loving the taste of his cock. I bobbed my head on him and found that with all the practice this week I was now able to get all but a couple of inches of him in my mouth and down my throat good. After a few minutes we heard the door open and close and then the hiss of more water hitting the hot stones. We waited a couple of minutes and I started to suck Steve some more. He pulled me around so I was kneeling in front of him more and really started to fuck my mouth good. As I was doing this I suddenly felt a hand on my ass. I started to pull off of Steve's cock but he held me and whispered that he knew the guy and he was ok. I wanted to see him but Steve was holding my head and I just started sucking some more. The guy behind me kept rubbing my ass and then was running his fingers up and down my crack. He kept stopping rubbing my hole at times and then I felt what seemed to be some lube on his finger and then it was pushing into my hole. The load of cum in there already seemed to help once my outer ring was opened. Soon I felt his cock rubbing me and then he was pushing it into me. He started slow but soon picked up speed and was pounding my hole good. I was in heaven almost with Steve's magnificent cock down my throat and some guy's cock in me that I still hadn't even seen. What a turn on. I was loving it but soon I felt the guy ram a few times really hard and then ram deep and I felt his cock spasming and I knew he was giving me another load of cum in my ass. As he pulled out, I heard Stever tell him thanks from me. I smiled around his cock in my mouth. Then I seemed to feel another guy behind me and sure enough another cock was entering me. I gasped and looked up at Steve and he just smiled down at me and told me it looked like the word had went around that I had a nice ass. This guy wasted no time and as soon as he was all in he started a very fast pounding of my ass and only lasted about 5 minutes when I felt his cock throbbing and spilling his load deep into me. This time as he pulled out to leave, Steve pulled me away from his cock and told me he needed my ass now. He then got up and got behind me. I felt him feel around a little and then his huge cock was plowing into me. I was definitely in heaven now. Nothing could compare to his marvelous cock and the way that huge member filled my hole up. Steve started slow but then picked up speed a little at a time until he was really pile driving my hole. I was flying and it felt so wonderful. I was pushing my ass back at him on every instroke trying to swallow every single inch of him in me deep as possible. He drove into me hard and fast and for a good 20 minutes and then I heard his breathing getting harder and knew he was about to cum. I could also feel my own cock twitching in that familiar way too and knew I was only a few seconds from cumming too. He drove hard as hell a few more times and then thrust deep into me and ground his cock around my hole as he spurted a huge load up my hole and my own cock spewed cum all over the bench. As he finished up and was pulling out I became aware that there were some other guys standing around watching. What a turn on to see so many cocks, about 6 guys, standing around enjoying our show and stroking their own cocks off. Steve and I hit the showers again and then headed back to the motel room. As we were leaving I asked him about the last couple of guys that had fucked me and he told me he knew both of them. He had been the one that had pozzed them too and they had loaded me up with some more nice toxic cum. LOL Damn chapter twelve had a picture in it but it did not come through for some reason

All HIV tests have a window period. That's the time between an infection, and a possible Poz result. Tests that look for antibodies have a longer window period. Some people who catch HIV start producing antibodies later than average. Around 90+% of people with HIV will test Poz by six weeks after exposure. More than 99% will test Poz by three months. Here are the window periods most of the tests in use. Pooled NAT RNA test = 10-14 days (Only available at specific clinics in some large cities) Fourth generation Antibody / P24 Antigen test = 3 weeks (Vial of blood drawn ans sent to a lab) Third generation Antibody test = 4 week (Vial of blood drawn ans sent to a lab) Rapid Antibody tests = 5 weeks (Tiny drop of blood from a finger prick - Test time ranges from >1 to 20 minutes Western Blot test (usually used to confirm a Poz result) = 6 weeks Oral fluid Antibody test = 6 weeks While I can see where for a first time encounter the OraQuick test is attractive, it's also the assay with the longest window period. A lab test is much better than an OraQuick. You interview process might need to include how long since his last sexual activity. Between the test, and too much interview it might kill the buzz, and you might end up with no nookie. For your second question, ALL gay men should get routine testing a minimum twice a year. If they're very active four times a year. Lab test are better than home tests. The tests should include all the other STIs too. (Blood test for HIV, Syphilis, Hep A,B & C -- First Void urine sample for Gonorrhea & Chlamydia -- Throat and Ass swab for Gonorrhea & Chlamydia) If you're not vaccinated against Hep A & B get it done now! Hep B is 50-100 more transmissible than HIV, but nobody asks about it. Here's an HIV 101 fact that I'm sure you don't know. A person who acquired HIV very recently (within the last 2-3 weeks) is at their most infectious. As you can see from the window periods I listed, depending on which test is used, that newly Poz guy could still test Neg, but have a very high chance of transmitting the virus. He'll have a viral load that could be as high ans 10,000,000 viral copies per ML of blood. Some estimates are that about 54% of new cases of HIV are caused guys in the acute phase of infection (first three months). Another 30+% are from guys who have transitioned to the chronic phase of infection with viral loads in the 30,000 to 120,000 range, but they don't know it because they haven't been tested recently. Only about 20% of guys are getting tested per annum. Your safest bet would be to hook up with a guy on PrEP. He's on an HIV prevention pill, and gets screened for HIV and other STIs every three months. (Or you could go on PrEP. You don't say if you're a married Bi guy. That might be hard to explain to the wife.) I'd be willing to bet that like most Neg guys, you think that playing with a Poz guys has a transmission risk of between 50% and 100% per encounter. Since our standard campaigns have never discussed this, people have an extremely infatuated sense of risk. From a Poz guy in the chronic phase of infection, the "High Risk" described by our prevention campaigns starts a 1.4% per exposure to a bottom and go down from there. What we know about HIV has changed tremendously over the last few years. Quite literally there is a complete paradigm shift happening. Some of the things our standard prevention campaigns have always taught, turn out to be wrong. Due to the window periods, high viral loads, and low testing rates mentioned above, the standard advice to "Always ask status" (serosorting to Neg guys, and rejecting anyone who tells you they are Poz) can actually INCREASE your chances of catching the bug. You're probably going to think I'm crazy, because the next bit runs contrary to everything you've been taught for the last 20+ years. The science is sound on this, and I can provide dozens of links to back it up. A Poz guy who is on treatment, and has had an undetectable viral load for more than six months, is only bettered on the safety meter by a guy on PrEP. It's ironic that us undetectable Poz guys, who Neg guys fear the most and immediately reject, are turning out the be the ones least likely to infect them. They call the concept Treatment as Prevention (TasP). The concept of TasP is simple: Get as many people tested as possible. Start the ones who test Poz on treatment as soon as they ready to commit to the daily medication. Treatment lowers their viral load. A low viral load means they are less infectious. When their viral load reaches undetectable, they are for all intents and purposes, not able to pass on the virus. You will start to see education campaigns featuring this idea within the next couple of years. I'm a little too tired to write too much more at the moment, but I'll leave you with homework of reading the document I'll link to below. In September, the Australian based HIV service organization ACON issued a position statement titled "What is Safe Sex?" (They choose to use the word Safe rather than the more widely accepted Safer) ACON's area of responsibility is Sidney, and the rest of New South Wales. In it they put Condomless sex with a guy whose viral load is Undetectable, Comdomless sex with a guy on PrEP, and sex with Rubbers all on an equal footing. They are ALL safer sex. www.acon.org.au/sites/default/files/What-is-Safe-Sex-Position-2014.pdf

Although I've long to be a *true* cum whore, in the sense that my mouth and boy hole are strictly the property of my dom top, for him to use , abuse, share with other fuckers, and even to enhance his profits, I know that I'm not ready for it. But, I've always thought that if I ever could manage to make a long-held fantasy I've had come true, it'd serve as a kind of cum whore training for me. Specifically, my fantasy involves public gloryholes. Back in my college days, I used to love slurping horny random cocks on-campus, especially the times that I realized that it was one of my particularly hot frat boy classmates; whenever I started slurping their bare rods, I couldn't stop myself from taking 'em deeper down my gullet while my lips are stretched around their thickness. Of course, when they cum, I eagerly gulped it down, only leaving a bit in my mouth to taste while I licked their cocks clean. My fantasy, and really my regret, comes from two times when my random hornydawg wanted to be my random horny fucker, but I chickened out when they'd asked me to press my boy hole to the wall. Thus, my rape fantasy is to be forced by a dom sadist top to go through with it: He takes me to a bookstore with gloryholes, where he first makes me slurp strangers' cocks through a gloryhole while he plows me bare until he sperm lubes my hole. Then, while I'm cleaning off his cock, my sadist forcibly presses my cum slicked hole spread against the wall and holds me there, even as I struggle, until the first interested anonymous fucker comes to stab his raw rod deep inside. I should stop struggling against the wall after the first few random rods pump me full of cum. While keeping me spread, my sadist humilates me: Whenever my hole gets dicked good, he make me say aloud that I'm the kind of whore that don't want him to stop fucking, that I wants this anonymous raw cock to keep jabbing my hole, even if meaning I'm letting a unknown stranger's wads spurt in deep. Through it all, there's one cam underneath the wall to film how each and every random raw cock uses my hole until cumming, while my sadist's holding another cam pointed at my face to get my facial expressions and everything I say, my sadist ensures that if I don't obey as his property, this full vid gets released. Finally, after the first few gloryhole fuckers, as I'm being gloryhole fucked, my sadist quietly and randomly unlocks the booth door and opens to show my sluttiness to all the hallway horndogs, up until he choose one or three to join us in the booth to get sucked while watching my gloryhole fuck. I don't get to pull off the wall until my sadist decides he's got enough anonymous fuckers to use me properly.

Mine is similar to Cumslut23. The country is Thailand. I am in one of the port cities. Meet and English speaking person we grab a drink and just as I finish my drink he says "your mine". I awake tied to a fuck bench I hear a large number of voices around me. My "friend" removes a covering on my eyes. He leans in and says, "every man in this room will breed you." He explains he knows I wanted this and that all the cum will be going in me, if it leaks from my cunt it will be fed to me. He finishes by telling me I will be in this position for days and no amount of complaining will change his plan. In my mind all the guys are POZ. When he is done he modifies me by piercing my nipples and tattooing around my hole with an additional tramp stamp.

So hot I'm doing the same thing and I find it liberating

My favorites are dark rooms, sex clubs/baths, public restrooms and hotels....all are anon which is what I prefer.

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

shot my poz load not even through half the story

Made my hole twitch I wanna be that bitch boy

The feeling of hot cum leaking out my hole and down my ballsack

This worked! Nearly three entire load went straight down my throat ... and just enough leftover cum to taste and suck a few more drops onto my tongue. Thanks. Well I also was dumb and told some random black guy to force me to swallow his load. Bastard came in my mouth with just the head of his dick in my mouth. Started gagging and choking, and he responded by ramming his entire 7.5" dick down my throat, came again in my mouth but held my mouth and nose shut so I had no choice but to swallow again.

Went back to the baths tonight because it seems it's the only way for me to get any action since all other options haven't been working. Sucked off good looking older thin man, he was semi verbal so that's always a plus. Wanted him to fuck me and I think he wanted to but he didn't say anything and I'm sick of innitiating things so I let it be. Another guy I was sucking stopped me and started to suck me and it was great. Usually I don't like people using their hands while sucking me but he had the right touch. I shot a huge load in his mouth as he was still doing a fantastic job at sucking and I felt another orgasm coming right after I finished cumming, so he got to loads from me. Unfortunately he spit it all out, I was upset cause it was a huge fucking load both times and the bitch should have swallowed

I keep having this recurring dream/fantasy. Of being kidnapped and blindfolded, dragged into a van, and driven to a hidden playhouse. Once inside, being stripped nude, a collar placed about my neck, and a cock ring about my cock to keep me from cumming. I would then be lead up and placed into a sling, with wrists and ankles cuffed in so i couldn't escape. The blindfold would then be taken off and i would see a group of 10-20 black men about me...along with a video camera set to tape my gang fuck. The lead male handing out toothbrushes, and each male using one on my ass...one by one until i was torn open by the bristles. My mouth being used to prep the males before they shoved into my bleeding ass, fucking me one by one, each leaving at least one load in me. This would go on for a few hours til all the males were satisfied. They would leave me there, cum dripping out of my ass, and not knowing if any of them were poz or not, but the thought that they might be making my cockringed-up cock throb all the more. Then the last male would unbind me and push me onto my knees and pull the cockring off as he tells me to jerk off my last neg load for him onto the floor...cumming quickly knowing i had just been poz-fucked by all those males.

I started freaking out when I saw his cock. What did you do to me? He smiled and told me to relax. Do you feel any pain? No I don’t . That’s the rum I gave you along with some other things he said. What did you give me? Just some stuff to help you out of your shell, now clean my cock. He forced his cock into my mouth and I started to clean him. I tasted cum for the first time and blood it was not something I was used to tasting. Bull told me that this was just the beginning and he would help to transform me but first he had to make sure I was ready. I didn’t know what to think but I know I wanted more. He pulled his cock from my lips and went to fix me another drink. When he came back I couldn’t help but stare at the man I had jacked off thinking about so many times. I wanted him to use me again but he said for me to wait. I asked why and he said I looked like I needed to be more relaxed. While I downed the drink, he placed a DVD in to the player and turned on the TV. A hardcore porn started up and although I had seen some stuff on the internet I had never seen anything like this. I was hard again just watching the video and so was he. My inhabitation seemed to go away and with that I reached over and started licking his body. His cock was rock hard and poking me in the stomach as I lay between his legs. I was numb and needed him to use me again. I worked my way down to his cock and started licking and sucking on it. I wanted to get him fully in my mouth and was gagging on him as I tried. Spit was running from my mouth and snot from my nose. While I was sucking on him I felt him fingering my tender hole only barely noticing any pain but I did notice that he had about three fingers in me and that my hole was opening up more to them. I needed him to fuck me my ass felt like it needed a cock in it no it had to have a cock in it. When my hands were grabbed and handcuffed behind me was the first time I realized we were not alone and there was no way Bull’s fingers had been playing with my boi hole. I got startled and Bull got up off the floor. This naked guy walked over and kissed him then looked at me and said that bull was right I was a pig in the making. Bull introduced Jeff to me and told me that it was all good. He was here to help with my conversion into a pig. I didn’t want him to touch me, he was nothing like Bull. He was 5’9” and very skinny. You could see his ribs, he looked dirty, and had a lot of tattoos even around his cock. The only thing I liked was his cock which was very long, even longer than Bulls but it was nowhere near as thick and it had what I learned to be a heavy gage PA in the tip. Jeff bent down, lifted my head and kissed me on the lips. He slid his tongue in my mouth and all I could smell was his stench. It disgusted me but turned me on at the same time. Jeff broke the kiss and asked Bull to move me into the bedroom. I was picked up like a sack and taken to the basement where an old sofa bed was opened and waiting. Jeff had a bag down here and from that bag he pulled all sorts of toys that he worked in and out of my ass. It felt like my cunt was on fire but I also felt like I was out of my body watching this all happen. What had I gotten myself into and why did I want these men to use me. Bull told Jeff he wanted to fuck my hole one last time before Jeff planted his seed in me. Bull was rock hard as he entered but the dildos had opened me up quite a bit. I could not believe how much of his cock I took. As he was thrusting into me I found myself begging for him to fuck me. Please use me. I was almost crying for him to put more of that big cock into me. After a bit he shot his load in me, told Jeff I was lubed and ready and then turned to me and said enjoy what Jeff is about to give you………………..

I've been living in London since October and, on multiple apps, had been chatting on and off with this amazingly hot 40 year old. I love a good daddy to take the reins with me, so I had been eyeing him for quite awhile. He works as a painter in the government buildings up and down Whitehall, near where I live, and has all the trappings of a sexy blue-collar English guy: slick bod, multiple tats, cropped haircut. It took some time before we finally met up because he lives in the East End and I live in a uni hall, so I can never host, but a few months ago I finally bit the bullet and said I would suck him off in the toilets of a nearby hotel. When I met him outside he was shorter than I was hoping for (I'm taller than most British guys, so I wasn't surprised, but I was hoping what was under the hood would make up for it). We had a quick chat--his cockney accent was so thick I could barely understand him--and he told me to follow him inside but stay a bit behind. It was incredibly hot, knowing that he was a bit nervous people might question why we were wandering around the hotel...it definitely got my heart racing. He knew where we were going to on the second floor, and I nearly got lost trying not to follow him too conspicuously. When we finally got into the stall he immediately whipped his cock out and forced my mouth onto it. The whole situation was incredibly hot. He took his shirt off and I licked up and down his rock hard abs and continued working his cock with my hands and mouth. When he was ready to shoot he shoved me down onto his cock and flooded my throat with tasty cum. We went our separate ways and he let me know he was interested in having a proper session sometime. Fast forward to yesterday and I was really horny. I'm usually content to suck a load out of one or two guys and get on with my day, but yesterday I was feeling like more. No one interesting or worthwhile seemed to be around though, and then I remembered the one off I had had with the tatted up painter. He had changed his profile a bit and I couldn't seem to find him nearby on the cruising apps but realized that I had his phone number, so I gave him a shout and let him know I wanted to get fucked. Luckily he was off work until later in the day and was up to get together at his flat in the East End, so I cleaned up and headed towards the grittier (and much sexier) part of the city. It was a short distance to his place from the train station, but the characteristic London rain was heavy enough that by the time I had a cigarette and wound my way through the East End apartment blocs, I was pretty wet and ready to be warmed up. The painter met me outside the gate of his estate looking even sexier than I had remembered, standing casually in his trackies, looking the part of the blue-collar Londoner about whom I so often fantasized. He led me to his flat and en route we exchanged the typical awkward, pre-hookup pleasantries. Once inside 'though we didn’t waste much time, as he had to be at work in about an hour, so I knew that it would be a pretty quick session. Once in his bedroom, like the first time we met, he wasted no time whipping out his dick and shoving my face into it. Even soft, it was much bigger than I had remembered, and all I could think was shit, what have I gotten myself into. But there was no turning back now. In no time he was rock hard and, as I struggled to take the full-length of his thick and massive tool into my throat, he continued to strip. Seeing his beautiful tattoo covered body and the frenzied pace at which things were moving quickly dissipated my anxiety about his size, and soon I was wearing only my jockstrap, as he lay on the bed, my tongue working up and down his stomach and chest, teasing the cock I so badly wanted inside me. In no time I was on all-fours as he buried his face in my ass, prepping my hole for his rock hard dick. I like to lube the inside of my hole before meeting up with guys, just to move things along and ensure them that my hole is ready to take what they’re giving. This time I was glad I had, because he didn’t seem much interested in wasting time putting his tongue where his cock could be instead. While he rubbed his heavy manhood on my still tight pucker, I took a few heavy hits of poppers and prepared myself to take him inside my eager hole. My face buried in the pillows, he put cock to cunt and opened me up with his hulking dick, slow enough that I could take it but with constant grinding pressure until my ass let him deep inside with a noticeable pop. He stayed put for a few seconds, making sure my ass would be open and eager for more before pulling out to lube up. I thought I heard the sounds of a condom unrolling, but I couldn’t be bothered to bring my head up and glance backward, too excited for the pounding I knew was coming. He asked me if I was alright, but didn’t care enough to wait for the answer, mercilessly shoving his cock straight into my boihole, jackhammering away as he put the full-force of his body weight into each of his thrusts, sometimes putting his chest on my back and shoving my face into the bed, other times pulling back and riding me, while clawing at my jock, making me the bitch I had allowed myself to become. He would ask every few minutes through his frenzied grunting if everything was okay, but I knew he didn’t really care. My hole was now his, and he would be done with it when he decided, not when I did. Sweating and gasping for air from the alternating pain and pleasure of being feverishly rammed, he eventually pulled out and rolled me over onto my back. I was glad for the pause, as my throbbing ass needed a break, but I would never have said so, feeling lucky to have such a beautiful man make me his play thing. Secretly, I had hoped he wasn’t wearing a condom, wanting to feel the raw power of his cock rubbing the inside of my ass with no barriers, exposing myself to his testosterone-fueled manhood, but as he towered over me with my legs hugged tight into my chest I was disappointed to see him pull a condom off and throw it to the floor. I feared I had lost my chance to be truly marked by this incredible man, but as if knowing what I was thinking, he suddenly shoved his now bare cock back into the hole which he had left gaping, saying “You want my cum, don’t you?” As if he needed permission. Still, through my gasps of ecstasy, I was able to let him know how much I did. In no time the full-length of his nine inches was inside me again, furiously pounding my ass. As his breaths became shallower and his pace quickened I knew he was about to cum and I braced myself as he coated my guts in his seed. My insides grew warmer and contented fullness washed over me, knowing--and feeling--that I had his sweet sperm deep inside me. He held his cock inside me for some time, but it didn’t soften. When he pulled out I stuck a few fingers in my hole, hoping to coat them in his cum and savor the taste, but it was no use. He had deposited his manhood so deep in my guts that I was forced onto his cock, where I lapped furiously, hoping to get any remnants of his amazing shot up my ass. The taste of his cum mixed with sweat and the juices from my ass was intoxicating. We lay there for a bit longer, his cock softening in my mouth, both still breathing hard from the pounding that had just occurred. Later, as I walked back toward the station I could feel his deposit slowly starting to slide down my guts, but I held onto it, enjoying being loaded, re-living over and over again the moment the Painter gave me his DNA, hoping this would just be the first of many times my ass could be his cumdump.

Actually the darkroom at Bear's Bar is pretty big. I already have a hard-on as soon as I walk in there. Not much light but enough to see what is going on. Several sections for private and public use. Love the public! Had many times when I got fucked there with guys looking on. And, as mentioned on other threads as well, Spanish guys don't use condoms in general. They are just out there to give loads to tourists. Got many loads with a "ciao amigo" afterwards. And they just look after themselves, get in, fuck like hell, shoot their load and leave. Perfect ;-) I love that darkroom. Went to XXL as well, but bear's Bar beat them! XXL is more for the guys that love to dance. I no longer dance ;-) but I do like the hairy bears in BB. Too bad the darkroom at El Horno was closed when I was there last time. Loads of horny guys there too, and all a few meters away from each other (El Horno is opposite XXL)

Posted this in the last load thread, but then realized it probably doesn't fit there and deserves its own thread. This goes back about 11-12 years and is 100% true. There was this guy at work who was a super nerdy programmer. Lean. Tall - about 6'. We were both out at work and he was super into me, but we're both bottoms. At some point he stopped working there, but we regularly chatting online and in one of our conversations he got kind of dominant with me, and I agreed to go over to his house at lunchtime. It was about 10 miles away. His place was total 20-something trashy ;-) But he had me strip down, and then he stripped down and had me suck him. He had a fucking gorgeous cock, about 8", uncut with the perfect amount of foreskin. I sucked him for a while then he had me get on the bed. He asked if I would take it raw. I was hesitant, but figured What the hell, he's pretty safe to bareback with. I told him he couldn't cum in me, but that he could fuck me raw. He had me get face down on the bed with my ass up and then he got on top of me. He used almost no lube - just used his foreskin and natural lube to push inside of me. I had taken a bare cock for a few minutes before, but no loads. His cock felt AMAZING. It had enough skin on it that it was really smooth, and I was good at taking cock by that point. He was pretty verbal with me and it was turning me on, saying my raw hole felt really good. After he had been in me for maybe 10 minutes, I told him softly I wanted him to cum in me. He didn't quite hear me at first, so asked for clarification. I said "please cum inside of me." He got super enthusiastic at that point and fucked me hard and raw and then with some very loud groans and some thrusts, he came deep inside of me. I could feel his cock pulse. He told me I was an amazing bottom. He laid down on top of me and stayed inside me for a while. I could feel his cock pulse in my hole as it got soft. He eventually came out of me, and I could feel his cum leaking down my balls. I got up and he gave me a small towel with which to wipe my ass. I then told him that was the first time I had taken a load. He got really affectionate then, and talked about how it was going to come out soon and I could probably not prevent it. I got back in my car, not having cum, and drove back to work. Eventually I got on the toilet at work and let out some wet air and his load, but I let it out into my hand and then jerked off and came with it as lube. To this day, he is the source of a few fetishes of mine - uncut cocks, bareback, and poppers - he loved getting me super high on poppers and loading me up. Once he even had a friend over with me blindfolded. I'll tell that story sometime soon.

He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. FUCKING AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!! Close to my 1st chem'd POZ fucking....... massive cock trashing my chem'd ass.. can't wait to read more of this!!!!!

That's kind of like asking "Would you eat a ham sandwich for the man you loved?" Why would anyone say no to either?

I will take a fist from any guy that wants my hole. I can tell in 15 seconds if he knows what he is doing. I have been fisted by many men, and I will even say it's better then dick, but unfortunately a fist does not shoot cum in your ass. Once you get a fist in your ass, you'll wonder why you have denying yourself of it all this time.

Even if i didnt love him but trusted him then id take his fist if he wanted me too

Paying to Poz the Boyfriend Pt. 2 Tommy thought for a moment and then said, "are you crazy? i'm not gonna pay you $200 again to see if my bf will fuck you." "No worries," Alex replied, "I can make more money fucking a trick than trying to persuade your bf to take my cock anyways." Tommy still couldn't let go of the idea of having his bf get fucked by a poz dude, though, and reconsidered, "do you really think he'd go for it this time?" "I'm 90 percent sure he'd be a cum whore for my cock next time he sees me," Alex answered trying not to reveal that he had secretly fucked him on their first meeting. "If he doesn't go for it, I'll go ahead and fuck you so at least you get something for your money." "Um yeah .. that's not gonna happen. No offense or anything, but you're poz, and I won't hookup with poz guys," Tommy said. "Oh, it's cool. You prolly couldn't handle my cock drilling your ass anyways. Don't worry about it. It's all good," Alex replied, knowing that he was planting the seed of an idea into Tommy's head. "Besides, I don't usually bottom," Tommy added. "Not yet," Alex said winking, and revealing his irresistible charming grin. "By the way, I may be poz, but I'm undetectable, the odds of you catching hiv are almost impossible if I were to fuck you," Alex elaborated, knowing he was only telling half-truths. Tommy didn't expect this offer. And he tried to focus on his goal: getting his suspected cheating boyfriend fucked by a poz dude. "Well, just tell me how it goes. I'll give you the money. Go see him tonight, and then call me tomorrow and tell me if he takes the bait this time." "Okay," Alex agreed. Tommy didn't get a phone call for nearly two weeks. And, during this time, Alex fucked Eric close to 20 times, in every position imaginable. Eric even begged Alex to piss on him AND in him. Eric never asked about Alex's status; and was beyond excited every time Alex would see him. Tommy finally got a phone call. "We need to talk," Alex explained. "Can I come over?" Tommy answered, "dude, it's been two weeks. what the fuck?! i thought you stole my money." Alex replied, "I'll explain when I see you." Tommy had reluctantly agreed to let Alex visit. Upon arriving, Alex explained that he was in jail for solicitation of prostitution after trying to pick up a client. Tommy seemed oddly relieved and bought the entire story. Alex went on to explain that he saw Eric again, but that he wasn't able to persuade Eric again this time. Tommy seemed distressed. "Fuck man, I'm sure he's cheating on me. We haven't had sex in like two weeks; and he's always tired, and doesn't let me touch him or anything anymore." Alex tried not show any emotion, and instead made his offer, "Well, like I said, if Eric didn't go for it, I'd fuck you." Tommy had nearly forgotten that offer. Perhaps he should hook up with Alex, he reasoned, he wasn't getting any anyways now from his boyfriend and was so horny. He also recalled Alex's insistence he was not likely to catch anything. Moments later ... Tommy was on his back; and Alex held a leg in each hand while he piston fucked Tommy. Tommy moaned louder than anything Alex had ever heard. "Oh yeah, you like getting fucked raw, don't you?" Alex asked. "Unh .. Unhnn .." was all Tommy could say as his ass gladly accepted the cock that was punishing his hole. "I only wish your cock was as thick as Eric's. I love his thickness. But I still enjoy fucking your ass," Alex said as he continued his work. Tommy became lucid for a moment as he processed what was said, "wait, " he grunted in between thrusts, " how do you know about Eric's .. mmm .. fuck .... mmm .. Eric's cock?!" he could barely ask the sentence as he enjoyed the brutal fuck he was taking. Alex didn't answer directly, "And I love the way Eric's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he gets fucked. He loves to take a cock." Tommy found himself confused, upset and very aroused at the same time. Alex picked up his pace and drilled Tommy even faster. "Uhh .. ughh.. " Tommy tried to reply, " fuck .. you mean you fucked Eric?! " Tommy smiled and slowed down his pace, sliding his cock nearly all the way out, and then back in again, "yeah, just like I'm fucking you. Well, almost. Eric loves ass to mouth. So, I'd alternate fucking his face, and then fucking his hole." "oh my god," Tommy said in both disbelief and intense arousal. Alex picked up his pace again. Tommy felt his climax building. All he could picture was Eric on his back getting fucked by Alex; and the jealousy accentuated the intense arousal he was already feeling. "I'm going to cum!" Tommy announced as he stroked his small and thin cock. "Me too!" Alex answered. "Take the cock that fucked your boyfriend. Take the cum that I put in your boyfriend's ass!!!" Alex shot his load deep inside Tommy as Tommy jetted out little drops of cum onto his belly. Tommy was slowly trying to catch his breath. Alex quickly dressed while Tommy was coming to his senses. "So.. why didn't you tell me. Hey, hang on a minute, I need to talk to you." Tommy urged as he saw Alex collect his things. "Sorry, I'm done working now. Gotta go see favorite little cum slut now. I'll tell Eric you say hi," Alex said as he made his exit.

I agree with the post above.

Yup being poz is not all it's cracked up to be. Remembering to take meds on time every day is a real bitch. Keeping a look out for any opportunistic infections. Another bitch is having to disclose my status every time then deal with a potential freak out and being made feel less than dirt. Seeing the look of horror on dentists faces alone should make you bug chasers think again. To guys wanting to convert, I say fuckin stop and think again. Understand the full repercussions of the decision to go poz. It's not to be snifed at.